Germany Dolph's Letter #55

Dear Sweetheart —

Well dear nothing much going on here today.

You are well aren't you dear. Everything going along all right?

It's a pretty dreary Sunday, sweet, rain drops brushed off the clouds every once in a while + nothing much of any- thing going on.

Except that I agree with Whitman when he said "Hark close + still what I now whisper to you, I love you, O you entirely possess me, O that you + I escape from the rest + go utterly off, free + lawless,"

And when he says "Bridegroom night of love working surely + softly into the prostrate dawn Undulating into the willing + yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping + sweet flesh'd day." surely he is describing in a beautiful way something about when we are abed together. Oh how I desire to be in such a wondrous state + you, my wife, are the only one with whom I could ever be a partner. You make the union an act of beauty. This war will have to cease — Please God make it soon.

I desire you more + more each day + I must invent distractions so that I will not dwell upon you quite so much + as often as you are in my thoughts or otherwise I just couldn't do the job I have to.

Please take good care of yourself — "you entirely possess me."

Your devoted husband, Dolph