ROBERT LOWELL to Elizabeth Bishop, April 28, 1960
I don’t know why I’ve stuffed all this in, except to plaintively suggest that even here one can see the world in a grain of sand. Dearest, how I miss you. Some day, we will be in the same spot and long, long, long.
All my love,
P.S. I enclose a translation of Heine, almost an original poem from three of his. How marvelous to have had a life that could be so written about even in terrible pain.