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Chariot
     
    The sun is shining today..what joy! What joy! It's also light in the mornings now and for the first time in an age I'm not wearing a coat.  Spring is such a lovely time.  It brings such hope and promise.  (You are my spring, my hope, my promise...)
     
    I'm experiencing a frenzy of feeling this morning.  There's a beautiful poem by Andrew Marvell (he wrote around Shakespeare's time and was another genius of words) called 'Thoughts in a Garden' and I'm feeling just like this now:
     
    What wondrous life is this I lead!
     
    Ripe apples drop about my head;
     
    The luscious clusters of the vine
     
    Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
     
    The nectarine and curious peach
     
    Into my  hands themselves do reach;
     
    Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
     
    Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
     
    Here at the fountain's sliding foot
     
    Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,
     
    Casting the body's vest aside
     
    My soul into the boughs does glide;
     
    There, like a bird, it sits and sings,
     
    Then whets and claps its silver wings,
     
    And, till prepared for longer flight,
     
    Waves in its plumes the various light...
     
    And not a sexual hint in it...just the pure pleasure of aliveness... but it also makes me think how I'd love to be with you feeling like this just now...you're my fruit too...(my very fecund fruit).  What pleasure it will be to be with you and feel your luscious clusters (sorry!....that was Wanda!) (You'll probably also enjoy feeling mine!...I've got to stop this, it's spoiling the beauty of the poem!..can't help myself...want you so much...)
     
    I hope things are going well for you wherever you are!  I wish all good things for you....
     
    Feeling passionately happy today despite the longingness for you....but that contributes to the passion nonetheless.
     
    Chariette
     

 
     
    Dear Chariot
     
    Thank you for your lovely email!  Thrilling to hear from you from overseas.  I was resigned to silence for quite some time yet.
     
    I'm sorry to hear you're not well.  Get the vitamins and lots of water into you and try to get some sleep. (I confess a vested interest here as your body is my major interest in terms of art nowadays...)
     
    I am so glad you like the poems.  As to sourcing them, the source is in me. Whenever I read something that affects me it goes into me and adds to the whirling morass of emotion and feeling that I'm made up of. That's true of the effect of music on me too... Lines come drifting back to me when I'm feeling in particular ways, and it may be only a line or two, but that's enough to take me back there.  With the poem I sent you yesterday the line that came to me in the morning before I wrote to you was "To a green thought in a green shade" because I was feeling all springy..  I knew that it was an Andrew Marvell poem and it didn't take me long to find it in my shelves.  I only quoted a couple of stanzas from this poem to you. I have so much in me that I'd like to share with you....you have the effect of stirring me so much that all these feelings and associations are very intense and that's so wonderful!!
     
    As to the Wanda vs Chariette question.  If I were you I would definitely opt for the package...It's a package you're not likely to encounter too often and you'll get double the passion!
     
    Thinking of you as always (with very strong Spring associations of coupling, petticoats, layers, positions, fecundity, fruit, every sort of passion...)
     
    Chariette (and Wanda as ever)
     

 
     
    Dear Chariot
     
    I hope you're feeling better and that you haven't succumbed entirely to the dreaded lurgy.  You are definitely not getting enough rest by the sound of things.  I wish I could be with you to kiss you better (no matter how long that took...) (And you could look like the grim reaper and still be attractive to me)
     
    Despite my sensitivity and delicacy of feelings I appear to have the constitution of a horse.  I can't remember the last time I was