tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post2416057923396050231..comments2024-01-19T11:05:43.355-05:00Comments on Polly-Vous Francais?: Post Cards from Paris: a Thought and a KissPolly-Vous Francaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-91795386122174423722013-12-19T10:07:31.318-05:002013-12-19T10:07:31.318-05:00Please note : the price for sending a postcard in ...Please note : the price for sending a postcard in insouciant 1907 was 5 cts... (Une pensée de Paris)Padraighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11289284658164820015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-18395271006457751622013-07-02T23:06:15.193-04:002013-07-02T23:06:15.193-04:00Maybe the assumption of the note having been taken...Maybe the assumption of the note having been taken well is in order...considering it still exists. Unless she never really sent it (or somehow got it back before delivered with the non-address). If the guy recieved it and was annoyed or disappointed, why keep it? Unless he secretly felt the same (wether he expressed it or not to her). I mean, if you recieved a love letter from someone you did not love in return, would you treasure or keep it in good care to last through the years? paperdollmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14315900640385889481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-2849482753279806132013-07-01T13:18:47.724-04:002013-07-01T13:18:47.724-04:00If he was a player, maybe he responded?
If he was...If he was a player, maybe he responded?<br /><br />If he was a decent man, would he respond? <br /><br />Or he would probably just let things dangling in there?<br /><br />You know, as long as they don't respond, everything is fine...nothing really happened...<br /><br />I wish I knew!<br /><br />MariaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-76910380138576029392013-06-30T22:33:59.681-04:002013-06-30T22:33:59.681-04:00Ariane, I didn't know Le Sonnet d'Arvers, ...Ariane, I didn't know Le Sonnet d'Arvers, but this letter did remind me of another poem -- I'm trying to recall -- which I think was by Christine de Pizan in the 15th century. Which reminded me of a story "The Phone Call" by Dorothy Parker (who wrote actually on many troubadour themes). My French lit recall is too rusty! Thanks for this poem.<br /><br />Maria -- agreed. I cringed and yet wept for this woman as I first read the letter.<br />Do we think he ever responded?Polly-Vous Francaishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667479743723002691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-52595631779470178002013-06-30T17:55:48.357-04:002013-06-30T17:55:48.357-04:00Dear Polly,
Thank you so much for such an interes...Dear Polly,<br /><br />Thank you so much for such an interesting post!<br /><br />I see nothing has changed through the years...<br /><br />A letter like that would make any man head for the hills as fast as he could no matter what century it was written.<br /><br />Certainly, she was a brave lady...but if he really was into her she would not have needed to throw herself at his feet. It makes me so sad!<br /><br />A woman has the perfect right to love a man without his permission. It's not his problem...but God forbid the minute he finds out!<br /><br />Maria O. Russell<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28165993.post-85044362268077137822013-06-30T17:54:32.563-04:002013-06-30T17:54:32.563-04:00Do you know "Le Sonnet d'Arvers," Po...Do you know "Le Sonnet d'Arvers," Polly? This is what the letter made me think of... - Ariane<br /><br /><br /><br /> Mon âme a son secret, ma vie a son mystère :<br /> Un amour éternel en un moment conçu.<br /> Le mal est sans espoir, aussi j'ai dû le taire,<br /> Et celle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.<br /><br /> Hélas ! j'aurai passé près d'elle inaperçu,<br /> Toujours à ses côtés, et pourtant solitaire,<br /> Et j'aurai jusqu'au bout fait mon temps sur la terre,<br /> N'osant rien demander et n'ayant rien reçu.<br /><br /> Pour elle, quoique Dieu l'ait faite douce et tendre,<br /> Elle ira son chemin, distraite, et sans entendre<br /> Ce murmure d'amour élevé sur ses pas ;<br /><br /> À l'austère devoir pieusement fidèle,<br /> Elle dira, lisant ces vers tout remplis d'elle :<br /> « Quelle est donc cette femme ? » et ne comprendra pas.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com