Yes, I was in the wrong.
Oh you won’t forgive me, will you?
No, you can’t forgive me.
I still have you here.
Listen, answer your friend, aren’t we to live together any more?
Be brave. Answer me quickly.
I cannot stay here much longer.
Listen only to your good heart.
Quick, tell me if I should come to you.
Yours, all my life.
Arthur Rimbaud. End of a letter to Paul Verlaine. 4-5 July 1873.
I’m going to open one of my books of poetry or otherwise and post a quote or section from a randomly selected piece everyday (or at least try to). Why not. Maybe it’ll kick me back into things. Starting with a book I have from 1933 of English poetry of the eighteenth century. Aaaand go..