Delayed Letter (verse)
Welch, Marie de L.
Delayed Letter I promised to write on my way between there and here, But for twelve days I, who am so well-friended, Was lost to everyone, was unknowing and unknown; There were twelve days, my...
...I went on...
...To speak of yesterday or tomorrow Seemed like pretending importance I could not claim...
...I could have drawn your face As I last saw it...
...Marie de L. Welch...
...I was not mad...
...There were twelve days, my dear, when my world ended And I rushed on-I had six thousand miles to go...
...I had no thoughts...
...Forgive these numbrs, but numbers alone Speak to a mind so curiously lost in time and space...
...My days were blown from me like leaves from a stalk...
...I remembered days and nights...
...I remembered your words...
...I met people...
...I could move and talk But not with conviction...
...I was neither alive nor dead, I was traveling...
...Though I had promised to write, I could not ; I had nothing to say, nothing to call mine or yours...
...For twelve days I possessed neither joy nor sorrow...
...I watched the passing of land and the changing of hours...
...I knew no one on earth...
...Nothing held me...
...I was free Of all that had ever happened to my heart and my mind...
...I was not sure of anything...
...But these and all were no more to me Than things I had read or dreamed or heard from a stranger...
Vol. 11 • December 1929 • No. 7
