Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, 17 March 1944

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Letter to Harry Somers

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Case Study: 
Creative Dialogue Across the Ocean: Eric Aldwinckle’s Letters to Harry Somers
Creator: 
Aldwinckle, Eric
Source: 
letter
Date: 
17 March 1944
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Contributer: 
McMaster University Libraries
Rights: 
Copyright, public domain: McMaster University owns the rights to the archival copy of the digital image in TIFF format. Reproduced with the kind permission of Margaret Bridgman.

Identifier: 
00001593-4
Language: 
eng
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image
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jpg
Transcript: 

Pity. It seems peopled with gods. Drifting lazily over the vast field of this heaven tempts you with thoughts of stepping out to sit in silence on the comfortable surface, the better to listen to the music of the spheres. It is orchestral in dimension. It is a comfortable loneliness. There is no trace of our world.
This is a world apart bearing no relation to the habited world below except in the eternal illusion of ground beneath and sky above. I am reminded of John Clare's poem the last verse which says
"I long for scenes where man has never trod
for scenes where woman never smiled or wept.
There to abide with my creator, God,
and sleep, as I in childhood slept.
Full of high thoughts, unborn.
So let me lie. The grass below.
Above, the vaulted sky."
This would have been very close to his wish if he could have but seen it as I wish he could see it; without a machine around me. Oh what music must be there.