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  1. 65324937 - not-logged-in-e1f9cf782f29f9aa3cb5
  2. 65368553 - Flinx8
  3. 65379363 - not-logged-in-e2dd8f0135d722dcf974
  4. 65430476 - rcohn
  5. 65437601 - Bambina41
  6. 65460198 - WiltedLotus
  7. WINNER - 65533113 - southsidesunny

65324937 - not-logged-in-e1f9cf782f29f9aa3cb5

As you see from the last paragraph I have just received your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get much delight from it. I adore your description of the rose bush, so accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know, I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. But she loves her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to the poet: he loves her as her Mistress and never knows better as she leaves before dawn. His poems about the lady are famous. They die and are buried together. The maid survives for a time and then dying confesses to the priest of the deception. He buries her with the Poet and the Lady and three rose bushes over each grave grow together.
Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say about the owl poem, my Sylvia.
Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can manage to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on that day and, but this is the point, Mother says she won't have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete which she is attending for three days next week.
I know Les Mouches and agree that there is a triumphal note in it but that is just what I do not like and, really, I'm surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming committed to the people of Argos, the masses. Crestes is 'too light': that is he is not putting his liberty into effect. He uses his liberty to kill his parents and, excellently, does not feel remorse, and this is an example to the guilt ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty at the service of the people which seems to me Bad Faith. The sceptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Crestes who is evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the Crestes-Zeus dialogues. TH e piece is very much on the common man as, oddly, a part of Sartre is. The influence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry of Euard and Arggon, is banal in its results. Only Contcau preserves his 'liberty' as in The Eagle Has Two Heads.
Here is a quatrain for Sylvia:
The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose

I love you very much. This letter has been rather anecdotal and realistic. Never mind: I can't change it now, But I must say again -- I love you.

Lawrence

65368553 - Flinx8

As you can see from the last paragraph I have just received your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get much delight from it. I adore your description of the rose bush, so accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know, I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. But she loves her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to the poet: he loves her as her Mistress and never knows better as she leaves before dawn. His poems about the lady are famous. They die and are buried together. The maid survives for a while and then dying confesses to a priest of the deception. He buries her with the Poet and the Lady and three rose bushes over each grave grow together.

Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say about the owl poem, my Sylvia.

Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can manage to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on that day and, but this is the point, Mother says she won't have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete she is attending for three days next week.

I know Les Mouches and agree that there is a triumphal acts in it but that is just what I do not like and, really, I am surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming committed to the people of Argos, the masses. Crestes is 'too light': that is he is not putting his liberty into effect. He uses his liberty to kill his parents, excellently, does not feel remorse, and this is an example to the guilt ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty at the service of the people which seems to me Bad Faith. The sceptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Crestes who is evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the Crestes-Zeus dialogues. The piece is very much on the side of the common man as, oddly, Sartre is. The influence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry of Eluard and Aragon, is banal in its results. Only Cocteau preserves his 'liberty' as in The Eagle Has Two Heads.

Here is a quatrain for Sylvia:
The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose

I love you so very much. This letter has been rather anecdotal and realistic. Never mind: I can't change it now. But I must say again - I love you.

Lawrence

65379363 - not-logged-in-e2dd8f0135d722dcf974

As you see from the last paragraph I have just received your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get much delight from it. I adore your description of the rose bush, so accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know, I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. but she loves her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to the poet: He loves her as her Mistress and never knows better as she leaves before dawn. His poems are famous. They die and are buried. The maid survives for a time and then dying confesses to the priest of the deception. He buries her with the poet and the lady and three rose bushes over each grave grow together.

Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say about the owl poem, my Sylvia.

Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can manage to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on that day and, but this is the point, Mother says she won't have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete which she is attending for three days next week.

I know Les Mouches and agree that there is a triumphant note in it but that is just what I do not like and, really, I'm surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming committed to the people of Argos, the masses. Orestes is 'too light': That is he is not putting his liberty into effect. He uses his liberty to Kill his parents and, excellently, does not feel remorse, and this is an example of the guilt ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty at the service of the people which seems to me Bad Faith. The skeptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Orestes who is a evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the Orestes-Zeus drogues. The piece is very much on the side of the common man as, oddly, a part of the Sartre is. The influence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry of Eduardo and Arggon, is banal in its results. Only Cocteau preserves his 'liberty' as the Eagle Has Two Heads.

Here is a quatrain for Sylvia:

The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose.

I love you so very much. This letter has been rather anecdotal and realistic. Never mind: I can't change it now. But I must say it again- I love you.
Lawrence

65430476 - rcohn

As you see from the last paragraph I have just received your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get much delight from it. I adore your description of the rose bush, so accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know, I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. But she lover her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to the poet: he lover her as her Mistress and never knows better as she leaves before dawn. He poems about the lady are famous. They die and are buried together. The maid survives for a time and then dying confesses to the priest of the deception. He buries her with the Poet and the Lady and three rose bushes over each grave grow together.

Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say about the owl poem, my Sylvia.

Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can man-age to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on that day and, but this is the point, Mother says she won't have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete which she is attending for three days next week.

I know Les Mouches and agree that there is a triumphal note in it but that is just what I do not like and, really, I'm surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming com-mitted to the people of Argos, the masses. Orestes is 'too light': that is he is not putting his liberty into effect. He uses his liberty to kill his parents and, excellently, does not feel remorse, and this is an example to the guilt ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty at the service of the people which seems to me Bad Faith. The sceptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Ores-tes who is evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the Orestes-Zeus dudogues. The piece is very much on the side of the common man, as oddly, a part of Sartre is. The in-fluence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry of Eluard and Arggon, is banal in its results. Only Cocteau preserves his 'liberty' as in The Eagle Has Two Heads.

Here is a quatrain for my Sylvia:

The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose

I love you so very much. This letter has been rather anecdotal and unrealistic. Never mind: I can't change it now. But I must say again - I love you.

Lawrence

65437601 - Bambina41

As you see from the last paragraph I have just received your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get much delight from it. I adore your description of the rose bush, so accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know, I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. But she loves her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to the poet: he loves her as her Mistress and never knows better as she leaves before dawn. His poems about the lady are famous. They die and are buried together. The maid survives for a time and then dying confesses to the priest of the deception. He buries her with the Poet and the Lady and three rose bushes over each grave grow together.

Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say about the owl poem, my Sylvia.

Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can manage to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on that day and, but this is the point, Mother says she won't have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete which she is attending for three days next week.

I know Des Mouches and agree that there is a triumphal note in it but that is just what I do not like and, really, I'm surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming committed to the people of Argos, that masses. Orestes is 'too light': that is he
is not putting his liberty into effect. He uses his liberty to kill his parents, and excellently, does not feel remorse, and this is an example to the guilt ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty at the service of the people which seems to be Bad faith. The skeptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Orestes who is evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the Orestes-Zeus dudogues. The piece is very much on the side of the common man as, oddly, a part of Sartre is. The influence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry of Eluard and Aragon,is banal in its results. Only Cocteau preserves his 'liberty' as in The Eagle Has Two Heads.

Here is a quatrain for Sylvia:

The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose

I love you so very much. This letter has been rather anecdotal and realistic. Never mind: I can't change it now. But I must say again-I love you.

Lawrence

65460198 - WiltedLotus

As you see from the last paragraph I have just received your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get so much delight from it. I adore your description of the rose bush so accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know, I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. But she loves her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to the poet: he loves her as her Mistress and never knows better as she leaves before dawn. His poems about the lady are famous. They die and are buried together. The maid survives for a time and then dying confesses to the priest the deception. He buries her with the Poet and the Lady and three rose bushes over each grave grow together.
Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say about the owl poem, my Sylvia.
Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can man-age to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on that day and, but this is beside the point, Mother says she won't have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete which she is attending for three days next week.

I now Des Mouches and agree that there is a triumphal note in it but that is just what I do not like and, really, I'm surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming com-mitted to the people of Argos, the masses. Orestes is 'too light': that he is not putting his liberty into effect. He uses his liberty to kill his parents and, excellently, does not feel remorse, and this is an example to the guilt ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty at the service of the people which seems to me Bad Faith. The sceptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Ores-tes who is evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the Orestes-Zeus dialogues. The piece is very much on the side of the common man as, oddly, a part of Sartre is. The influence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry of Eluard and Aragon, is banal for its results. Only Cocteau preserves his 'liberty' as in The Eagle Has Two Heads.

Here is a quatrain for Sylvia:
The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose

I love you so very much. This letter has been rather anecdotal and realistic. Never mind: I can't change it now. But I must say again - I love you.

Lawrence

WINNER - 65533113 - southsidesunny

As you see from the last paragraph I have just received
your letter. I do know Waller's poem and get much delight
from it. I adore your description of the rose bush, so
accurate and so loving, two qualities which, as you know,
I admire together. There is a poem by Yeats, too long to
quote, about a fine lady who loves a poet. But she loves
her virtue too and so, when it is dark, sends her maid to
the poet: he loves her as her Mistress and never knows
better as she leaves before dawn. His poems now today are famous.
They die and are buried together. The maid survives for a time
and then dying confesses to the priest of the deception.
He buries her with the Poet and the Lady and three rose
bushes over each grave grow together.

Thank you for the kind and understanding things you say
about the owl poem, my Sylvia.

Alas, even if Michael agrees, I don't believe I can man-
age to come on Thursday because I have two appointments on
that day and, but this is the point, Mother says she won't
have my things ready before Friday because there is a fete
which she is attending for three days next week.

I know Les Mouches and agree that there is a triumphal
note in it but that is just what I do not like and, really,
I'm surprised you do. The triumph is that of becoming com-
mitted to the people of Argos, the masses. Orestes is 'too
light': that is he is not putting his liberty into effect.
He uses his liberty to kill his parents and, excellently,
does not feel remorse, and this is an example to the guilt
ridden population of the city. This is alright but in my
opinion the price he pays is too great: he puts his liberty
at the service of the people which seems to be Bad Faith.
The sceptical hedonism of the tutor fails to influence Ores-
tes who is evangelical in a way. But I greatly admire the
Orestes-Zeus dialogues. The piece is very much on the side
of the common man as, oddly, a part of Sartre is. The in-
fluence of the occupation by the Germans, as in the poetry
of Eluard and Aragon is banal in its results. Only Cocteau
preserves his 'liberty' as in The Eagle Has Two Heads.

Here is a quatrain for Sylvia:

The morning I see her as a bird
Noon and a flag welcomes the sun
Evening the trees are tranquil hives of feathers
Morning anticipated this repose

I love you so very much. This letter has been rather anec-
dotal and realistic. Never mind: I can't change it now.
But I must say again - I love you.

Lawrence


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