Goodbye Darling
Blind as I am
To the sense I had of wanting,
I loved those little pictures.
How it seizes upon one,
Dream after dream,
So depressed and restless.
Oh, how I wished
We’d brushed aside all that-
The sense of wanting to tell.
The longing and the comfort
Was part of all I did,
And, again, I thank you.
Inspired by Virginia Woolf’s letters to Dora Carrington.
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