Letter To Anne, Postcard Seventy Three

Day: Saturday, Night Seventy Three.
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle Fifteen.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Letter:

Dear Anne,

I’m feeling better. I think I’ll try to write a real letter. I sometimes wish here that I had nothing, or little more to do, to write letters to you and the people who are helping me. But be that as it may, I am determined to finish a letter to you this afternoon.

First, I shall take up, in order, your remarks about my poems, and then go on with what I think of yours. I wanted to send you a bit of prose too.

In the sonnet, Three Sonnets for the Eyes, I realize that I think as I go. Afterall, the idea behind that sonnet is that I might see you again. And my family.

In your last poem, I didn’t mean to suggest the machine age at all — as I remember it. I had just brought two clocks back from the jeweler’s. And surely clocks are ancient enough to appear with dignity.

I agree with you on the subject of rhythm more than it would seem so from the poems I sent you. I can write in iambics if I want to — but just now I don’t know my own mind to quite say what I want to in them.

If I try to write smoothly, I find myself changing the meaning for the smoothness.

We may describe a sonnet
by explaining that the first line
is a self-contained and complete
statement of the whole poem.
It is so because writers
in that style are logical
first. Each line
has a new tone and emphasis
of the original idea —
and expresses a new apprehension
of the truth. We may describe
the progress as a series
of imaginative moments
in a logical pause of suspension.

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Letter To Anne, Postcard Seventy Two

Day: Friday, Night Seventy Two.
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle Fourteen.
Bunkstay: Slept Very Well.

Letter:

Dear Anne:

I am feeling better. I have been eating more. I slept very well last night. I hope you are well.

Love,
Jane

Love In A Life

Room after room,
I search the house,
we live in together.

Before, my heart wasn’t racing
as it does with you.
I was in the house,

and I was the house.
Over time,
I became the house

more and more.
It wasn’t —
about happiness or unhappiness,

change or no change at all.
Heart, fear nothing.
For heart, you will find her.

That’s what it became.

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Letter To Anne, Postcard Seventy, Postcard Seventy One

Day: Wednesday, Night Seventy.
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle Twelve (corrected).
Bunkstay: Slept Well.

Day: Thursday, Night Seventy One.
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Snowy and Cold.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle Thirteen (corrected).
Bunkstay: Slept Well, and some irregular.

Letter:

I’ll write more later. I think I’m getting better.

Love,
Jane

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Letter To Anne, Postcard Sixty Nine

Day: Tuesday, Night Sixty Nine
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle, Twelve.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Letter:

I’ll write more later.

Love,
Jane

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Letter To Anne, Postcard Sixty Seven, Sixty Eight

Day: Sunday, Night Sixty Seven
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle, Ten.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Day: Monday, Night Sixty Eight
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle, Eleven.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Letter:

I’ll write more later.

Love,
Jane

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Letter To Anne, Postcard Sixty Six

Day: Saturday, Night Sixty Six
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle, Nine.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Letter:

I will write more later.

Love,
Jane

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Letter To Anne, Postcard Sixty Four, Sixty Five

Day: Thursday
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle, Seven.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Day: Friday
Food: Breakfast and Dinner.
Weather: Sunny and Nice.
Wellness: Menstrual Cycle, Eight.
Bunk Stay: Slept Well.

Letter:

I will write more later.

Love,
Jane

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