The First Letter
July 6, in the morning
--My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o’clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -
Your faithful LUDWIG.
The Second Letter
Evening, Monday, July 6
--You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?
The Third Letter
Good morning, on July 7
--Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
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Friday, August 29, 2008
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Love


I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true . Shakespeare said, " journeys end in lovers meeting". Oh, what an extraordianary thought. Personally , I have not experienced anything remotely close to that but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare did. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.
There are different kinds of love, apart from romantic one, like the kind between a parent and a child , between friends and siblings etc. Even having to trust someone is a kind of love , I think.
It was Shakespeare who also said,"love is blind", now that, I have known to be true through the various people's lives of which I have been a part of . For some people, quite inexplicably, love fades. For others love is simply lost but then ofcourse love can also be found even if just for a minute .
And then, there is another kind of love , the cruelest kind, the one that almost kills its victim. Its called unrequited love , of which many are experts in.
Most love stories are about people who have fallen in love with each other but what about the rest of them, what about thier stories , those of who that fall in love alone. They are the victims of the one sided affair. They are the cursed ones, the unloved ones, the walking wounded and the handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space.
Love completes the circle of life . Then again, love is only a feeling which people share . But a feeling that can bring good or bad for eternity thereby changing ones life forever.
However the real question does not lie in the fact that love is a feeling but whether everyone finds the right kind of love...
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