ludwig van beethoven
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july 6, in the morning
my angel, my all, my very self - only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, i not wholly thine - oh god, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. but you forget so easily that i must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as i - my journey was a fearful one; i did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last i was warned not to travel at night; i was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and i was wrong. the coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. without such postilions as i had with me i should have remained stuck in the road. esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that i had with four - yet i got some pleasure out of it, as i always do when i successfully overcome difficulties - now a quick change to things internal from things external. we shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today i cannot share with you the thoughts i have had during these last few days touching my own life - if our hearts were always close together, i would have none of these. my heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when i feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as i am yours. the gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -
your faithful ludwig.
evening, monday, july 6
you are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have i learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on mondays to thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to k. - you are suffering - ah, wherever i am, there you are also - i will arrange it with you and me that i can live with you. what a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which i as little want to deserve as i deserve it - humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when i consider myself in relation to the universe, what am i and what is he - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - i weep when i reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until saturday - much as you love me - i love you more - but do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - as i am taking the baths i must go to bed - oh god - so near! so far! is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?
good morning, on july 7
though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my immortal beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - i can live only wholly with you or not at all - yes, i am resolved to wander so long away from you until i can fly to your arms and say that i am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - yes, unhappily it must be so - you will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. no one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - oh god, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. and yet my life in v is now a wretched life - your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - at my age i need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? my angel, i have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore i must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.