10 February 2013

Famous Love Letters - Nathaniel Hawthorne...

Nathaniel Hawthorne to Sophia Peabody who would become his wife in 1842
5 December, 1839

Dearest, - I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since
I have been in love with you.
You are a Poem.
Of what sort, then? Epic?
Mercy on me, no! A sonnet?
No; for that is too labored and artificial.
You are a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, which Nature is singing, sometimes with tears, sometimes with smiles, and sometimes with intermingled smiles and tears.

2 Intelligent Comments:

Christie Critters said...

MY family NEVER does this. NOT! of course we DO NOT DO THAT around the "in house" dining table - but there are guests who will NEVER come back because of the things tha Stubble and I say to each other...
I get your family , too!

Lemon Stand said...

I think you meant this comment for the next post, but it's good to know my family is not necessarily unique in this. :)