It belongs to you. God bless you.
RB
Reply Sunday, August 31, 1845
But how can I defend myself? Can I spoil your best feelings? Can I see you pour a gourd ladle of water into the sand? Come to me. Your wrong love for me is a noble emotional impulse. Maybe it will pass in a week. Who wants you but is so stubborn? This really moves me. I am deeply moved. I can’t say it.
You gave me your life, and I gave it my heart. I can take sorrow and sorrow. You are by no means born to shoulder so much sorrow. What can I take in return for not being too shabby? Let’s call it a day. I can believe that you will never say a word again.
Forever is you
EBB
Several letters from poetess
Friday postmark 1845117
How beautiful your flowers are, even though they have been left overnight. They are still so beautiful and bright. When I put one flower into the spray bottle, I always felt that you were still with me. A lot of thoughts surged in my mind. I looked down at those little blue flowers, but I couldn’t see anything clearly. I was thinking that an hour ago, I was too embarrassed to say anything, and my tears broke and rolled faster than now. I would say this at the moment. I will never forget that I owe you the most. I can still repay others. I can never repay you for your kindness. At this moment, you are more important to me than the whole world. I have to tell my heart in a different tone and let your happiness take risks to ruin your kindness. I have done something wrong to me.
May the emperor bless you. Your fault is that you have given too much kindness to others. You are different from other men. This is my opinion at a glance.
Postmark 1845111
You believe that what all this means to my heart is impossible for you to completely guess. Although you are a dramatic poet, you can’t imagine that I am more surprised than you because you don’t know what my life means before you touch me. It was only yesterday. I was tired of sitting alone in my life, and I was so attached to my own poems that I tried to tear them apart and throw them out of my life in the shadow of sunshine. I didn’t feel a ray of sunshine shining on my poems.
Maybe it’s a morbid mind. I threw piles of letters from others into the fire. Because I’m a woman and wrote several poems, you men think it’s fun to write a letter to see what’s new. So many letters are not enough for a short time in a day. A narrow sunshine lies on the floor, Fletcher sticks his nose into the sunshine, and his ears can still stay out of the sunshine. I am very grateful to Fletcher. He tirelessly prefers not to go upstairs with me. It is too flattering to me. I also thank my family.
When I wrote that letter to allow you to come to see me for the first time, did you know that tears rolled from my eyes? I can’t tell why I cried. Maybe half of it was just nervousness, and then I was annoyed with you. I was annoyed with myself when you asked to see me like others. I couldn’t refuse you like others.
Friday postmark 184643
Dearest, the flowers you sent are like those in April. How colorful these flowers are, and they are getting more and more prosperous. When we are close to the sun, I am cloudy and semi-sunny. April is like the weather in England this season, and it is westerly or southerly. I feel comfortable in this weather. I vividly remember that I used to walk in those wet grass or wade through those almost knee-deep weeds. At that time, the sun shone and a gust of wind blew around me, and everything was green and bright or dark.
But these are not the dearest relatives of happiness. Happiness doesn’t come with the sun or rain. After I got sick, the future door seemed to be in front of me, and it saved me some strength and didn’t knock the door off me all the time. I am happy because I am very calm in the face of death. Now, since I grew up as a woman, I have learned death for the first time, and life has learned that there is no sorrow for life.
Your relatives
hope earnestly/stick to
Tuesday night postmark 1846819
Seriously, dear, one thing is a miracle for me, that is, you love me. Besides, everything is normal everywhere in the sun. Of course, it’s not surprising that one day I suddenly found myself roaming in heaven on a big white elephant with golden hooves. I think I will not take it seriously, waving the reins in my hand, but marvel at the miracle that happened in my previous life.
I belong to you.
In a letter that was returned
Female poet’s letter postmark 1845116
Now there’s no need to beat around the bush with a simple question. Can I get my letter back? Does it belong to me? I mean, if you didn’t destroy it and punish it for its sins a long time ago, then I can lose it because of my sins. If I haven’t destroyed it, then I can get it back, can’t I get it back? Yes, I returned it, and now I turn around and want it back. This is a further atonement. Isn’t it low enough for me to ask now? If it isn’t destroyed, send it immediately. Don’t delay it.
Best wishes to your dear, dearest and dearest.
I will always belong to you.
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This reply is undated. The date of the poetess’s letter is Wednesday, and the letter is postmarked 1845117 on Thursday night.
Can’t your inappropriate letter be allowed for one more minute after it is returned? I burned it and cried that it was so pitiful. At that time, people told me that I would love you more in the future than I do now, so I must be angry and admit that I was offended. People said that I would never die, and I said that I would love you forever and love you the most.