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- Love Letter: Margaret Mead to Ruth Benedict.
- Ruth, dear heart,
- The mail which I got just before leaving Honolulu could not have been better chosen.
- Five letters from you and, I hope you may often feel me near you as you did — resting so softly and sweetly in your arms.
- Whenever I am weary and sick with longing for you I can always go back and recapture that afternoon
- out at Bedford Hills this spring, when your kisses were rained down on my face, and that memory ends always in peace, beloved.
- I was never more earthborn in my life — and yet never more conscious of the strength your love gives me.
- You have convinced me of the one thing in life which made living worthwhile.
- You have no greater gift, darling. And every memory of your face, every cadence of your voice is joy
- whereon I shall feed hungrily in these coming months.
- All this love which you have poured out to me is very bread and wine to my direct need.
- Your lips bring blessings — my beloved..
- In one way this solitary existence is particularly revealing —
- in the way I can twist and change in my attitudes towards people with absolutely
- no stimulus at all except such as springs from within me.
- I’ll awaken some morning just loving you frightfully much in some quite new way and I may not have sufficiently
- rubbed the sleep from my eyes to have even looked at your picture.
- I feel very peaceful and it is such joy to go to sleep loving you, and waken so.
- And it is true that we have had this loveliness “near” together for I never feel you too far away to whisper to,
- and your dear hair is always just slipping through my fingers. I kiss your hair, sweetheart.
- I am coming back to you.
- Will the birds forget to come north in the spring to the land of their desire?
- When I do good work it is always always for you — that’s my wishing.
- I’ve a hundred details I should be writing about, but if I were there I’d kick them under the table
- and bury my face in your breast — and the thought of you now makes me a little unbearably happy.
- I feel immensely freed and sustained, the dark months of doubt washed away,
- and that I can look you gladly in the eyes as you take me in your arms.
- My beloved! My beautiful one. I thank God you do not try to fence me off,
- but trust me to take life as it comes and make something of it. With that trust of yours I can do anything — and come out with something precious saved. I kiss your hands.
- I feel at peace with the whole world. You may think it is tempting the gods to say so,
- but I take all this as high guarantee of what I’ve always temperamentally doubted — the permanence of passion
- and the mere turn of your head, a chance inflection of your voice have just as much power to make the day
- over now as they did four years ago, so also you give me a faith I never thought to win in the lastingness of passion.
- I love you, Ruth.
- Oh, sweetheart I’m lonely for your arms. I wonder if you’ll feel as mentally amputated as I do.
- I have just one definite urge and that is to write to you. You will never know what a priceless and so undeserved gift you
- have given me in giving me a perfect love no least inch of which I need ever repudiate.
- Beside the strength and permanence and all enduring feeling which I have for you, everything else is shifting sand.
- Do you mind terribly when I say these things? It is so good to really be all myself to love you again.
- The moon is full and the lake lies still and lovely — this place is like Heaven — and I am in love with life.
- My sweetheart, my beautiful, my lovely one.
- Always I love you and realise what a desert life might have been without you.
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