"Letters" means postcards, mostly, but I guess I could occasionally write something more substantial.
A postcard from Pete Seeger
Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Pete Seeger.
Ronald Cohen, Editor of The Pete Seeger Reader, which published this month, received the following postcard from Pete Seeger, dated 13 January 2014.
Sonnet 65 (from Oxford Scholarly Editions Online)
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays?
O fearful meditation; where, alack,
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
I got your postcard earlier this week. It looked like this:
It meant a lot to me, in ways you may not or may indeed have anticipated.
re: Wharton, Edith
I sent you a series of 3x5 cards this morning. You should get them in the mail on Monday August 6th.
re: the Apocalypse
I wrote you a postcard today. You should get it in the mail on Monday, August 6th.
re: Happy Returns
I sent you a note a few days ago, but the post office attendant strongly suggested I put it in an envelope. You should get it in the mail today, hopefully one of many special things coming your way.
re: Lentil Soup
I sent you a postcard this evening, but you probably won’t get it till early August. Hope you’re having fun!