Your last letter brought tears to my eyes. I will never be able to watch crows in my backyard without thinking about their beaks buried in the eyeballs of soldiers. Though I know they are enemies, I cannot refrain to think that he might have a girlfriend waiting in Berlin. How can you enjoy it?
I met Miss Smith the other day, and she whispered she had a cousin in Stuttgart. Such shame! But still we are friends.
It feels strange that I never see any boys around here. Women run everything and life has grown silent and calm with only your letters interrupting my solitude with gunpowder reek.
I am tired, I need quiet after reading what I have just written.
I now believe we have come to an end. You have your killings, I want my life.
Today it’s prosery time at dVerse hosted by Lillian, and it was a long time since I tried to capture a story in a letter. The sentence included this time comes from Louise Gluck’s book “Faithful and virtuous night”
“Reading what I have just written, I now believe“
Hope this works!
On December 10 when we would normally would have had the Nobel ceremonies here in Stockholm, I will host the December OLN-Live. Hope you can join and listen to some live poetry.
December, 7. 2020