Letter from Edward Thomas to his wife, Helen Thomas. Archival reference: 424/1/1/1/1/75
Noon
61 Shelgate Road
20.ix.98
My, dearest friend,
Let me know soon if you are
quite well, and tell me just - how you are
feeling. For I think you cannot help
pondering on our meeting last-night. And quite
rightly. You, poor little one, were the victim
of a pure overwhelming desire, and
of a smaller desire by no means pure; and
I feel much more abject than if that desire
had been satisfied. I was trying to think
in the correct way about sight and [illegible]
and travelled home last night. I am sure all kinds of schemes came - we would
read stiffly together etc. Some how I felt
as if it were purer - certainly it could be [illegible]- "to do the thing we fear". But nothing
of course would induce me to make a miserable
thing you and a fool of myself. Could we
not find out some means? You undestand.
I have a mind to go to town to day to see
what I can see: if I find anything I will of
course let you know: only I have not the "face"
to inquire, even in the most indirect
way. Poor little one. But never mind.
I hope you will not be lonely tonight, or
tomorrow night, if I should not come.
My cough is happily no worse; so the only
reason against coming is money. Anyhow,
if I don't come tomorrow, I will on Thursday.
I have no news at all.
Goodbye now, sweet heart. My life .
I will be your finest fondest friend (illegible) + you
Ever my own sweet little one, my anemone
Maiden, Helen fach. Goodnight, sweet
heart, I am well + have had no pain.
Goodnight