To Mademoiselle Ludenburg, c/o La Voix de Paris

[enoch52]

Mademoiselle Ludenburg,

I read with great personal interest--indeed, with hope I had not allowed myself before--your recent column, in which you mentioned my poem, trifling though it was. Your kind words thrilled me more than if Elpis herself were whispering in my ear. I dare even to wonder if I could touch your heart even as I seem to have piqued your curiosity.

I have heard that you shall be attending Monsieur Piquet's event at the end of March, where my little volume will be displayed. You have as yet heard but one poem of mine, but I hope that your esteem ripens when you hear more of my work. For example, this variation on an aubade was whispered to me by the Muses when I read your words:


    As I awaken from my dreams of Celeste, my night-star, my heart,
    Torn from the restful arms of sleep by the slumbering dawn-star
    (Tho' she dozed and just awoke herself for to my fantasy disbar)
    And I fear that she will flee from me, as the stars themselves shall part

    In truth, I would as soon embrace Death if I cannot embrace her;
    Should I anoint myself with herbs and drape with rotting grave-clothes
    And watch my candle gutter, and my flesh necrose
    Should I learn that another man my night-star prefer?

    And yet! Perhaps the death shall be just le petit mort
    And the streets of Paris shall not be as a waste-land
    If my fair night-star I dare to court.

    For Abraham's sacrifice of Isaac God did thwart;
    Love and worship with whole heart instead command
    Perhaps my love shall yet with me consort.


I wait with anticipation 'til we can discuss your thoughts on this poem at Monsieur Piquet's party. Until then, I remain

Your most humble and ardent servant,

A. Delacroix

[Aiguille]

Monsieur,
I have not divulged the name of the refined lady that I hoped can attend. You are being a little presumptious, currently the guest list is still being sorted though several worthies have already confirmed their attendance.
Piquet

[enoch52]

Monsieur Piquet,

I apologize for any offense I have given; certainly none was intended. Perhaps it was presumptuous on my part to assume that you would invite her, though surely you would want the foremost art critic in Paris at your event? I hope she would attend, as it would be a boon to you as the host to have such a luminary in attendance.

Yr. Svt.,

A. Delacroix