LETTERS from James & Orpha: contents
mad in pursuit home
Postmarked
Friday 7.30.26, from Orpha in Glens Falls NY
There is no song more exquisitely perfect than the one you have sung to me – no life greater than that which we shall seek – no union more consecrated, no wish more noble, no being, existence, more holy than ours shall be.
You have lifted me far above the commonplace – a thousand times since we have known, since you have shown me, I have seemed poised in tree tops near clouds where all is full and abundant and clear and fresh, where sordidness has dropped away – and my oneness with you has been my strength, endowed me with power to endure all.
To each word and thought, to each unseen look, I have breathed,
throbbed, a response. You have seemed all – everywhere – deep azure of
heaven has pierced me – sunlight warmed me – all vibrate you, you, I
hear you, see you, feel you, inseparable from all that is great and good
and beautiful.
s the love of Pygmalion immortalizes the clay that Galatea has been – so our relationship has become a thing not of this clay-like living, but sublimated, a Being sublimated by the Spark which burns forever in us both – the Spark of the same great consuming Flame; so you have become to me – beyond the form any life could outwardly take – a divinity, an essence of what is unspeakable, indescribable, because it is Itself the epitome, the Being of the receding star that men pursue, the vanishing ideal that all humankind long for –
For, to you I turn almost as I have to God before I knew you – how God and you seem one, in almost every way – save this – God is our final destiny – at the end He will be our perfect finding of all that we are seeking now –
James, James – and I
Orpha
Thumbs
Up if you liked this entry