To Fanny Brawne: I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my life seems to stop there – I see no...

To Josephine, I love you no longer; on the contrary, I detest you. you are a wretch, truly perverse, truly stupid, a real Cinderella. You...

My Own Boy, Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red-rose leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness...

My angel, my very self… Why this profound sorrow, when necessity speaks — can our love endure without sacrifices, without our demanding...

Mirror of the night, Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. waves between our hands. All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade...

Milan [posted in Trieste] Thursday, January 21, 1926 I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in...