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WINNER - 65538240 - gwynnie
65613377 - altheist
65648190 - LindaK0412
65660101 - rb38mk
65712603 - sdapmva36
65723925 - ayasabry
65789230 - k.h.pot

WINNER - 65538240 - gwynnie

3rd January 1948 Wimbledon

Dearest Sylvia,
I want to send you hastily these poems so that they arrive before you leave.

Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The image you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart:
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art.

ii
Blackberry leaves, exquisite
As signals to the butterfly:
And roses in cut-glass
Give to blood a petalled form.

These flowers that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.

iii
The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With neo-classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind, her brushes
Held as lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was.

But I have seen a painter, sitting
Before her easel, sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt.
And she too has a garland in her hair.

The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from a late 18th century engraving.

I long to see you on Wednesday, dearest. Tickets, times, accommodation at Bilston, visit to the Barber Institute, are now fixed. My thoughts are with you all the while.
I love you
Lawrence

65613377 - altheist

3rd January 1948
Winbledon

Dearest Sylvia,

I want to send you hastily these poems so that they arrive before you leave.

Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The imagine you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart:
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art.

II

Blackberry leaves, exquisite
As signals to the butterfly:
And roses in cut-glass
Give to blood a petalled form.

These flower that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.

III

The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With neo-classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind, her brushes
Held as lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was.

But I have seen a painter, sitting
Before her easel, sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt.
And she too has a garland in her hair.

The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from a late 18th century engraving.

I long to see you on Wednesday, dearest. Tickets, times, accommodation at Bilston, visit to the Barber Institute, are now fixed. My thought are with you all the while.

I love you,
Lawrence

65648190 - LindaK0412

3rd January 1948 Wimbledon

Dearest Sylvia,

I want to send you hastily these poems so that they ar-
rive before you leave.

Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The image you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart:
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art.

ii

Blackberry leaves, exquisite
As signals to the butterfly;
And roses in cut-glass
Give to blood a petaled form.

These flowers that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.

iii

The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With neo-classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind, her brushes
Held as lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was.

But I have seen a painter, sitting
Before her easel, sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt
And she too has a garland in her hair.

The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from a
late 18th century engraving.

I long to see you on Wednesday, dearest. Tickets, times,
accommodation at Bilston, visit to the Barber Institute , are
now fixed. My thoughts are with you all the while.

I love you,
Lawrence

65660101 - rb38mk

3rd January 1948 Wimbledon
Dearest Sylvia,
I want to send you hastily these poems so that they arrive before you leave.
Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The image you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art.
ii
Blackberry leaves, exquisite
a signals in cut-glass
Give to blood a pettalled form.
These flowers that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.
iii
The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With neo-classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind, her brushes
Held a lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was .

But I have seen a painter, sitting
Before her easel , sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please ,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt.
And she too has a garland in her hair .
The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from the 18 century engraving.

65712603 - sdapmva36

3rd January 1948
Dearest Sylvia,
I want to send you hastily these poems so that they arrive before you leave.

Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The image you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart:
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art .

ii

Blackberry leaves, exquisite
As signals to the butterfly;
And roses in cut-glass
Give to blood a petalled form.

These flowers that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.

iii
The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With neo- classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind her brushes
Held as lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was.

But I have seen a painter, sitting
Before her easel, sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt .
And she too has a garland in her hair.

The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from a late 18th century engraving.

I long to see you on Wednesday, dearest. Tickets, times, accommodation at Bilston, visit to the Barber Institute, are now fixed. My thought are you all the while.
I love you
Lawrence

65723925 - ayasabry

3rd January 1948 Wimbledon
Dearest Sylvia,
I want to send you hastily these poems so that they ar-
rive before you leave.

Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The image you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart:
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art.

ii
Blackberry leaves, exquisite
As signals to the butterfly;
And roses in cut-glass
Give to blood a petalled form.

These flowers that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.

iii
The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With neo-classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind, her brushes
Held as lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was.

But I have seen a painter, sitting
Before her easel, sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt.
And she too has a garland in her hair.

The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from a
late 18th century engraving.
I long to see you on Wednesday, dearest. Tickets, times,
accommodation at Bilston, visit to the Barber Institute, are
now fixed. My thoughts are with you all the while.
I love you
Lawrence

65789230 - k.h.pot

3rd January 1948
Wimbledon

Dearest Sylvia,

I want to send you hastily these poems so that they ar-
rive before you leave.

Painting and Poetry
Are sisters, Dryden said:
In pictures you shall see
The image you have read.

Then poetry may dare
To be your counterpart:
O may my poems share
The beauty of your art.

ii

Blackberry leaves, exquisite
As signals to the butterfly;
And roses in cut-glass
Give to blood a petaled form.

These flowers that you paint
Curve with the line of life,
Creative, warm, - like roses
Answering Orpheus.

iii

The figure of a lady standing
Beside an easel, palette in her hand,
With new-classic draperies stirred
By an inventive wind, her brushes
Held as lightly as a fan at dances:
She is the muse of painting, or she was.

But I have seen painter, sitting
Before her easel, sometimes spilling
The turpentine or working days upon
Imperfect forms until they please,
Wearing a sweater and a skirt.
And she too has a garland in her hair.

The first stanza of the third poem describes a Muse from a
late 18th century engraving.

I long to see you on Wednesday, dearest. Tickets, times,
accommodation at Bilston, visit to the Barber Institute, are
now fixed. My thoughts are with you all the while.

I love you
Lawrence

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