gri_2003_m_46_b01_f09_029
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- 65304258 - not-logged-in-64693ada791227ecdb9e
- 65309650 - LadyCrazyCat
- 65317724 - natclass
- WINNER - 65321264 - kanjoku
- 65321416 - not-logged-in-cc94133ffa91c3e8c6c6
- 65322886 - not-logged-in-8dde0e2838b8dbb7058e
65304258 - not-logged-in-64693ada791227ecdb9e
65309650 - LadyCrazyCat
14th October, 194811, Mansel Road,
Wimbledon.
Dearest Sylvia,
Do you realise that you have written 70 letters to me? (I exclude one formal note instructing me about my first visit to Pett.) I must have sent you as many and yet this letter is the one most difficult to write. If I am clumsy please remember another earlier letter in which I have pleased you. Remember what must be about 100 poems.
I love you, Sylvia. You came to me last night. Why did I not accept it at that? Because my heart struggles for a complete expression of love. Be-cause of the strain of waiting and hoping has been so difficult. I was ruthless. Forgive the pain I caused you. It is all mine now. Remember, and do believe, that, although I have hurt you, I hope for your happiness. Do not doubt my love. I love you and will never stop. I love you.
It is a terrible day for your return to Pett. But I hope that once there you will attain, out of your present indifference, ease. I hope with all my heart for the tranquility which I have done much to imperil. But, do not put all the blame on me: circumstances, and not only Lawrence, are guilty.
I believe what I learned last night has not been in vain and I trust you so that I know it is not too late.
Although I welcomed you to London with some poems I can't say much about your departure because I am disturbed. May I give you two quotations:
From town fair Arabella flies;
The beaux unpowder'd grieve. (T. Parnell)
Oh, for some other fear than this!
Love is leaving town. (Charles H Ford)
Remember how we disagreed amiably in the past on artistic matters? Our love can survive mistakes too.
I love you, I love you.
Dearest Sylvia, you have all my love.
Lawrence
65317724 - natclass
11, Mansel Road, Wimbledon.14th October, 1948
Dearest Sylvia,
Do you realize that you have written 70 letters to me? (I exclude one formal note instructing me about my first visit to Pett.) I must have sent you as many and yest this letter is the one most difficult to write. If I am clumsy please remember another earlier letter in which I have pleased you. Remember what must be about 100 poems.
I love you, Sylvia. You came to me last night. Why did I not accept it at that? Because my heart struggles for a complete expression of love. Because the strain of waiting and hoping has been so difficult. I was ruthless. Forgive the pain I caused you. It is all mine now. Remember, and do believe, that, although I have hurt you, I hope for your happiness. Do not doubt my love. I love you and will never stop. I love you.
It is a terrible day for your return to Pett. But I hope that once there you will attain, out of your present indifference, ease. I hope with all my heart for the tranquility which I have done much to imperil. But do not put all the blame on me: circumstances, and not only Lawrence, are guilty.
I believe what I learned last night has not been in vain and I trust you so that I know it is not too late.
Although I welcomed you to London with some poems I can't say much about your departure because I am disturbed. May I give you two quotations:
From town fair Arabella flies;
The beaux unpowder'd grieve. (T. Parnell)
Oh, for some other fear than this!
Love is leaving town. (Charles H. Ford)
WINNER - 65321264 - kanjoku
14th October, 194811 Mansel Road,
Wimbledon.
Dearest Sylvia,
Do you realize that you have written 70 letters to me? (I exclude one formal note instructing me about my first visit to Pett.) I must have sent you as many and yet this letter is the one most difficult to write. If I am clumsy please remember another earlier letter in which I have pleased you. Remember what must be about 100 poems.
I love you, Sylvia. You came to me last night. Why did I not accept it at that? Because my heart struggles for a complete expression of love. Because the strain of waiting and hoping has been so difficult. I was ruthless. Forgive the pain I caused you. It is all mine now. Remember, and do believe, that, although I have hurt you, I hope for your happiness. Do not doubt my love. I love you and will never stop. I love you.
It is a terrible day for your return to Pett. But I hope that once there you will attain, out of your present indifference, ease. I hope with all my heart for the tranquility which I have done much to imperil. But, do not put all the blame on me: circumstances, and not only Lawrence, are guilty.
I believe what I learned last night has not been in vain and I trust you so that I know it is not too late.
Although I welcomed you to London with some poems I can't say much about your departure because I am disturbed. May I give you two quotations:
From town fair Arabella flies;
The beaux unpowder'd grieve. (T. Parnell)
Oh, for some other fear than this!
Love is leaving town. (Charles H Ford)
Remember how we disagreed amiably in the past on artistic matters? Our love can survive mistakes too.
I love you, I love you.
Dearest Sylvia, you have all my love.
Lawrence
65321416 - not-logged-in-cc94133ffa91c3e8c6c6
14th October, 1948 11, Mansel Road, Wimbledon.Dearest Sylvia,
Do you realize that you have written 70 letters
to me? (I exclude one formal note instructing
me about my first visit to Pett.) I must have
sent you as many and yet this letter is the one
most difficult to write. If I am clumsy please
remember another earlier letter in which I have
pleased you. Remember what must be about 100
poems.
I love you , Sylvia. You came to me last night.
Why did I not accept it at that? Because my heart
struggles for a complete expression of love. Be-
cause the strain of waiting and hoping has been so difficult. I was ruthless. Forgive the pain I
caused you. It is all mine now. Remember, and
do believe, that, although I have hurt you, I hope
for your happiness. Do not doubt my love. I love
you and will never stop. I love you.
It is a terrible day for your return to Pett.
But I hope that once there you will attain, out of
your present indifference, ease. I hope with all
my heart for the tranquility which I have done much
to imperil. But, do not put all the blame on me:
circumstances, and not only Lawrence, are guilty.
I believe what I learned last night has not been
in vain and I trust you so that I know it is not
too late.
Although I welcomed you to London with some poems
I can't say much about your departure because I am disturbed. May OI give you two quotations:
From town fair Arabella flies:
The beaux unpowder'd grieve. (T. Parnell)
Oh, for some other fear than this!
Love is leaving town. (Charles H Ford)
Remember how wee disagreed amiably in the past on
artistic matters? Our love can survive mistakes too.
I love you, I love you.
Dearest Sylvia, you have all my love.
Lawrence
65322886 - not-logged-in-8dde0e2838b8dbb7058e
14th October, 1948Dearest Sylvie,
Do you realize that you have written 70 letters to me? (I exclude one formal note instructing me about my first visit to Pett.) I must have sent you as many and yet this letter is the one most difficult to write. If I am clumsy please remember another earlier letter in which I have pleased you. Remember what must be about 100 poems.
I love you, Sylvie. You came to me last night. Why did I not accept it at that?. Because my heart struggles for a complete expression of love. Because the strain of waiting and hoping has been so difficult. I was ruthless. Forgive the pain I caused you. It is all mine now. Remember, and do believe, that, although I have hurt you, I hope for your happiness. Do not doubt my love. I love you and will never stop. I love you.
It is a terrible day for your return to Pett. But I hope that once there you will attain, cut of your present indifference, ease. I hope with all my heart for the tranquility which I have done much to imperil. But, do not put all the blame on me: circumstances, and not only Lawrence, are guilty.
I believe what I learned last night has not been in vain and I trust you so that I know it is not too late.
Although I welcomed you to London with some poems. I can't say much about your departure because I am disturbed. May I give you two quotations:
From town fair Arabella flies:
The beaux unpowder'd grieve. (T. Parnell)