Briefwisseling 1 juli 1885 tot 15 december 1888
(1995)–Albert Verwey– Auteursrechtelijk beschermdA. Verwey aan J.C.G. Grasé [begin april? 86]Ga naar eind1My dear Grasé, I hope you will excuse this writer's indolence. When I promise a letter, my promise is not worth a four cents' stamp, because my ‘I’ is an ever-changing one. It is an ‘I’ without a point. I hope you will read my study in ‘De Nieuwe Gids’Ga naar eind2 and consider it to be a letter, which I have written for you. It has cost me the labour of a hundred letters, and my friends must be kind enough to take it for one. Besides, it has nearly made me ill, and I am walking the whole day long for the benifit of my nerves, which were in deplorable state, some days ago. I write this at the dinner-table, with an awfully unpleasant taste of potatoes in my mouth. As soon as I am less busy, I will try to find a new national food. Potatoes are growing so very old! And as tiresome as Dutch poetry. I am afraid that my English is as bad as my hand-writing. I will be very glad if you write me in your next that my hand-writing is not so bad as it seems. The Leopold ShakespereGa naar eind3 is a continual delight to me. I purpose to read it all through in sunny hours. The merchant of Venice is a miracle of truth. Jessica, my child, Look to my house -
A Daniel come to judgement! Another Daniel!Ga naar eind4
Shakespere ‘Stands on the top of happy’ poetry. I like to print something about his Sonnets in England - and the fragments which we translated this winter will only be a part of it.Ga naar eind5 I have sent for a new edition of the Sonnets in the Canterbury edition (Lond: W. Scott)Ga naar eind6 and would like to have the facsimile of the Quarto,Ga naar eind7 which appeared some weeks ago. Will you be so kind to ask for the price in cash? And write it to me? It will perhaps be too dear. | |
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I have a recent publication: a century of sonnets by William Sharp.Ga naar eind8 It is decidedly bad, worse than that of Waddington,Ga naar eind9 well-known by Sonnetteers. That mr Sharp says that a sonnet of I don't know which mediocraty is among the twelve best English sonnets. Imagine! I will choose 24 out of the Sonnets of Shakespere, Wordsworth and Browning and defy[?] any English poet to know their equals. |
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