gri_2003_m_46_b01_f05_035
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- 65307534 - ChrisMM76
- 65320218 - BronteAlcott
- 65355091 - pookieweed
- 65363993 - judilyn540
- WINNER - 65365076 - southsidesunny
65307534 - ChrisMM76
[10-6-48]WIMbledon 1967 11 MANSEL ROAD,
WIMBLEDON, S.W.19.
My dearest Sylvia
Roses and Death:
That is the theme for this letter. I was
struck when noting down rose image
for you how often the precious frag-
ments I loose and isolated by quot-
ation, sensual and pleasurable in
themselves, were belied by the context.
I t seemed that few poets could cele-
brate the rose and what it symbol-
ises without giving their lyric a
sense of duration, placing it in
time, recording their roses decay, destruc-
tion, as, at least, contenting them-
selves with a warning. This it was
65320218 - BronteAlcott
Wimbledon 1967 11 MANSEL ROADWIMBLEDON, S.W.19.
My dearest Sylvia
Roses and Death:
That is the theme for this letter. I was struck when noting down rose images for you how often the precious fragments I choose and isolated by quotation, sensual and pleasurable in themselves, were belied by the context. It seemed that few poets could celebrate the rose and what it symbolises without giving their lyric a sense of duration, placing it in time, recording their roses' decay, destruction, or, at best, contenting themselves with a warning. Thus it was
65355091 - pookieweed
My dearest SylviaRoses and Death.
That is the theme for this letter. I was struck when noting down rose images for you how often the precious fragments I choose and isolated by quotation, sensual and pleasurable in themselves, were belied by the context. It seemed that few poets could eleanatet the rose and what it symbolises without giving their lyric a sense of duration, placing it in time, recording their roses decay, destruction, as, at best, contenting themselves with a warning. Thus it was
65363993 - judilyn540
Wimbledon 1967II Mansel Road, Wimbledon, S.W.19.
My dearest Sylvia,
Roses and Death: That is the theme for this letter. I was struck when noting down rose images for you, how often the precious fragments I chose and isolated by quotation, sensual and pleasurable in themselves, were belied by the context. It seemed that few poets could celebrate the rose and what it symbolizes without giving their lyric a sense of duration, placing it in time, recording their roses' decay, destruction, as, at best contenting themselves with a warning. Thus it was
WINNER - 65365076 - southsidesunny
[10-6-48]
WIMbledon 1967 11 MANSEL ROAD'
WIMBLEDON, S.W.19.
My dearest Sylvia
Roses and Death:
That is the theme for this letter. I was
struck when noting down rose image
for you how often the precious frag-
ments I loose and isolated by quot-
ation, sensual and pleasurable in
themselves, were belied by the context.
It seemed that few poets could cele-
brate the rose and what it symbol-
ises without giving their lyric a
sense of duration, placing it in
time, recording their rose's decay, destruc-
tion, as, at best, contenting them-
selves with a warning. Thus it was