Alexandre DUMAS, Jr. Signed autograph letter to a woman. No...
Alexandre DUMAS, Jr. Signed autograph letter to a woman. No place [Marseille], no date [July 1844].
4 pp., in-8.
“Every wound heals, every pain fades, and a day comes when one can focus… one’s thoughts on the other without shedding blood or tears—and this, I say, while thanking God for replacing forgetfulness with hope and for allowing there to be things in Marseille that console one for Paris. Thank you for coming to spend a few hours of your time with my mother, who seems to me to be a little bored by my absence. I may be back in Paris sooner than she thinks, and she—who is in the habit of cursing the women who cross my path—would be quite forced to bless the one who brings me back with her. Imagine, there’s a…… here.” “May her mother ‘pray that I fall madly in love with this source of comfort, for then I would follow her to Paris, where she is leaving in less than a week.’”
A long poem of 40 lines follows: “…Do you, like us, feel that Provençal languor / On the seashore, beneath a starry sky / With a song so pure, so calm, and so veiled / That it seems to echo the songs of Granada / Answer me! Do you have in your cold Paris / the Mistral, that giant, that eldest son of Aeolus / A day always serene, a night always gentle / Inviting love like a song of houris…”
The 20-year-old Alexandre would indeed return to Paris at the end of July in the luggage of an actress with whom he had fallen madly in love (Schopp, Dumas Fils, p. 67).
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Alexandre DUMAS, Jr. Signed autograph letter to a woman. No place [Marseille], no date [July 1844].
4 pp., in-8.
“Every wound heals, every pain fades, and a day comes when one can focus… one’s thoughts on the other without shedding blood or tears—and this, I say, while thanking God for replacing forgetfulness with hope and for allowing there to be things in Marseille that console one for Paris. Thank you for coming to spend a few hours of your time with my mother, who seems to me to be a little bored by my absence. I may be back in Paris sooner than she thinks, and she—who is in the habit of cursing the women who cross my path—would be quite forced to bless the one who brings me back with her. Imagine, there’s a…… here.” “May her mother ‘pray that I fall madly in love with this source of comfort, for then I would follow her to Paris, where she is leaving in less than a week.’”
A long poem of 40 lines follows: “…Do you, like us, feel that Provençal languor / On the seashore, beneath a starry sky / With a song so pure, so calm, and so veiled / That it seems to echo the songs of Granada / Answer me! Do you have in your cold Paris / the Mistral, that giant, that eldest son of Aeolus / A day always serene, a night always gentle / Inviting love like a song of houris…”
The 20-year-old Alexandre would indeed return to Paris at the end of July in the luggage of an actress with whom he had fallen madly in love (Schopp, Dumas Fils, p. 67).
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