Love Letters

When I get stuck sometimes with my writing, and I get stuck pretty often these days- damn personal life poking into the creative realm!- I like to cull some inspiration from the muses. Of course, the internet is the new muse. Just a few clicks away and inspiration jumps right off the page (and, no, I'm not talking about the adult themed kind of inspiration). So, in that spirit, I have found a love letter from Ludwig van Beethoven. I found it on Flickr- go figure- embedded in a photostream whose author (photographer) was going through a divorce. Now this has really no relevance, but I thought the juxtaposition of this love letter that her husband apparently found and reprinted for her just pages before the horribly sad photos that she posted after her breakup was too ironic. But the letter is beautiful, as beautiful as her photos are sad. Life is a strange journey, no doubt. Well, here's the letter, followed by links to the photograph and her photostream.

July 6, in the morning

My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -

Your faithful LUDWIG.

Photo here.
Photostream of Un4gtableann here.