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  1. WINNER - 65315597 - JARLATH
  2. 65343699 - Kelvets
  3. 65365203 - mdulka
  4. 65366740 - Bambina41
  5. 65393435 - arobles1

WINNER - 65315597 - JARLATH

11 Mansel Road
Wimbeldon
6th October 1948
Dearest Sylvia,
Beleaguered as we are
By miles of cubist roof top
And great allegiances
We are not separated
For the heart still knows desire
The lips tremble as for a kiss
The hand is ready to paint
what it cannot paint alone
And the future waits for us

I know that absence is not on our side but in my poem I
have tried to record some victories over it. Do
you find, as you used to, that parting works against the
one you are separated from? If so it is a sign of your
fine love that you love me still. I believe in your love
- you know that - and long for an expression of it when not
pitted against dangers and difficulties. I have a two -
fold longing - that you can be tranquil again and
that I can give you my love daily, a love you need, I
believe, not less than I need to give it to you.

ON THE BUS -
I tried to finish this letter on the bus but with hopeless
results. I shall write to you this evening. I love you,
Sylvia, very much. Now I must fly to see Beckett.
Oh my dearest, I adore you.
Lawrence

65343699 - Kelvets

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon
6th October 1948

Dearest Sylvia,
Beleaguered as we are
By miles of cubist rooftop
And great allegiances
We are most separated
For the heart still knows desire
The lips tremble as for a kiss
The hand is ready to paint
What it cannot paint alone
And the future waits for us

I know that absence is not on our side but in my room I have tried to record some of our nictories over it. Do you find, as you used to, that parting works against the one you are separated from? If so it is a sign of your fine love that you love me still. I believe in your love - you know that - and long for an expression of it when not pitted against dangers and difficulties. I hone a livo-jald longing - that you can be tranquil again and that I can give you my love daily, a love you need, I believe, not less than I need to give it to you.

ON THE BUS ---

I tried to finish this lettter on the bus but with hopeless results. I shall write you this evening. I love you, Sylvia, very much. Now I must fly to see Beckett. Oh my dearest, I adore you.

Lawrence

65365203 - mdulka

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon
6th October 1948
Dearest Sylvia,
Beleagured as we are
by miles of cuhist roof-top
And great allegiances
We are not separated
For the heart still knows desire
The lips tremble as for a kiss
The hand is ready to paint alone
And the future waits for us

I know that absence is not on our side but in my poem I
have tried to record some of our victories over it. Do
you find, as you used to, that ranting works against the
one you are separated from? If so it is a sign of your
live alone that you love me still.
- you know that - and long for an expression of it when not
pitted against dangers and difficulties. I have a two-
fold longing - that you can be tranquil again and
that I can give you my love daily, a love you need. I
believe, not less than I need to give it to you.
ON THE BUS---
I tried to finish this letter on the bus but with hopeless
results. I shall write you this evening. I love you,
Sylvia, very much. Now I must fly to see Beckett.
oh my dearest, I adore you.
Lawrence

65366740 - Bambina41

6th October 1948 11 Manrel Road
Wimbledon

Dearest Sylvia,

Beleaguered as we are
By miles of cubist roof top
And great allegiances
We are not separated
For the heart still knows desire
The lips tremble as for a kiss
The hand is ready to paint
What it cannot paint alone
And the future waits for us.

I know that absence is not on our side but in my room I have tried to record some of our victories over it. Do you find, as you used to, that nothing works against the one you are separated from? If so it is a sign of your fine love that you can love me still. I believe in your love - you know that - and long for an expression of it when not pitted against the dangers and difficulties. I have a two-fold longing-that you can be tranquil again and that I can give you my love daily, a love you need, I believe, not less that I need to give it to you.

ON THE BUS-

I tried to finish this letter on the bus but with hopeless results. I shall write you this evening. I love you Sylvia, very much. Now I must try to see Beckett. Oh my dearest, I adore you.

Lawrence

65393435 - arobles1

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon
6th October 1948
Dearest Sylvia,
Beloved as we are
By miles of cubist roof Con
And great allegiances
We are not separated
For the heart still knows desire
The lips tremble as for a kiss
The hand is ready to paint
What it cannot paint alone
And the future waits for us.

I know that absence is not on our side but in my room I
have tried to record some of our adventois over it.
Do you find, as you used to, what parting words against
the one you are separated from? If so it is a sign of your
love that you love me still. I believe in your love
- you know that - and long gone an expression of it when not
pitted against dangers and difficulties. I have a two-
faced longing -that you can be tranquil again and
I can give you my love daily, a love you need, I
believe, not less than I need to give it to you

ON THE BUS -

I tried to finish this letter on the bus but with hopeless
regret. I shall write to you this evening. I love you,
Sylvia, very much. Now I must fly to see Beckett.
Oh my dearest, I adore you.

Lawrence

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