"The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny "... and "bleeds over the water." "... the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table." Exquisite writing and so in love, dear Zelda.
I teared up a little. What a wonderful thing letters are.
Although, I have to say that reading letters and diary entries of people from the past still feel like meddling in none of my business. But I can’t help but reading them! They melt my heart into realizing that they were people, too. They felt things, too. And that they erupt with feelings in beautiful words, too.
Stunning metaphors -- "succulent fields like a guillotine"! That twists my head around. I loved the "love like a parasol to balance me." Passion in words like no other.
What a wonderful letter. I thought I would tell you about a book called Dear Sam by Justice Peter Mahon. It is all letters written to Peter's son, and many of them are very beautiful. Peter Mahon was a judge in NewZealand and presided over the trial following the Mt Eribus Air disaster in Antarctica. It is a beautiful little book.
"The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny "... and "bleeds over the water." "... the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table." Exquisite writing and so in love, dear Zelda.
I teared up a little. What a wonderful thing letters are.
Although, I have to say that reading letters and diary entries of people from the past still feel like meddling in none of my business. But I can’t help but reading them! They melt my heart into realizing that they were people, too. They felt things, too. And that they erupt with feelings in beautiful words, too.
Oh my. Her love for him just pours from the page. Interesting to see the different ways she knows him. Amazing.
Ooooph. 🥺 This made me tear. The longing. The separation. Away for a YEAR! Too much.
Oh, Zelda ~ "after holding your love like a parasol to balance me" ~ this is stunning. Her similes are pure poetry.
Their love was beautiful. 💘
My grandmother remembered seeing the Fitzgeralds standing ON TOP OF a taxi, riding up 5th Avenue in the 20s.
Presumably it was a 2-way street then.
Oh, that run of "dear" at the end. Oh, damn.
Incredible writing! Love this
Stunning metaphors -- "succulent fields like a guillotine"! That twists my head around. I loved the "love like a parasol to balance me." Passion in words like no other.
What a wonderful letter. I thought I would tell you about a book called Dear Sam by Justice Peter Mahon. It is all letters written to Peter's son, and many of them are very beautiful. Peter Mahon was a judge in NewZealand and presided over the trial following the Mt Eribus Air disaster in Antarctica. It is a beautiful little book.