Terrific Tush Tuesday
Snippets from a love letter...
Saturday Night, May 19, 1917
My darling,
Do not imagine, because you find these lines in your journal that I have been trespassing. You know I have not - and where else shall I leave a love letter? For I long to write you a love-letter tonight.
You are all about me - I seem to breathe you, hear you, feel you in me and of me.
snipped)
Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little, talking. It was only for an instant. I saw you - I loved you so, loved your body with such tenderness. Ah, my dear!
And I am not thinking of *passion*. No, of that other thing that makes me feel that every inch of you is so precious to me - your soft shoulders - your creamy warm skin, your ears cold like shells are cold - your long legs and your feet that I love to clasp with my feet - the feeling of your belly - and your thin young back. Just below that bone that sticks out at the back of your neck you have a little mole.
It is partly because we are young that I feel this tenderness. I love your mouth. I could not bear that it should be touched even by a cold wind if I were the Lord.
We two, you know, have everything before us, and we shall do very great things. I have perfect faith in us, and so perfect is my love for you that I am, as it were, still, silent to my very soul.
I want nobody but you for my lover and my friend and to nobody buy you shall I be faithful.
I am yours forever.
Tig.
Katherine Mansfield, New Zealand-born British short-story writer, to John Middleton Murry, fellow writer and critic on May 19, 1917.
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posted by Lady Julia @ 9:40 AM
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Imagine trying to text message that.
How beautiful.
The love letter is really a lost art. People wrote with such depth and passion.
HAGN H&K :)
Sometimes I am so moved by tenderness. I've read that letter three times today and each time it's brought tears to me eyes.
I must say the gentle sloping curve of the lady's back up the rise of here beautiful gluteous maximae remind me so much of ski slopes. If she were nearby I'd shsh those hills with my fingers, skipping across the surface gently yet deliberately because it also feels so good to make it to the bottom!
TVH
I never liked pearls very much but my opinion just changed.
I'm not sure if you are a lover of classical music, but there is a program that can be found on some public radio stations that deals with this subject.
It's called The Romantic Hours. The host, Mona Golabek, reads excerpts of love letters and poetry with the background of romantic classical music.
I have become so enthralled by her enunciation that when I read your post, I heard it read aloud in my head with her voice.
2amsomewhere - thank you so much! I will definitely look for that program.
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