Last night, as I was just about ready to fall asleep I found these beautiful extracts of letters that Vladimir Nabokov wrote to his wife Vera. Although they were together, he wrote to her often, capturing in words the expansive love he seemed to possess for her. These two are my favorite:
” Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”
” Because with you one needs to talk wonderfully, the way we talk with people long gone… in terms of purity and lightness and spiritual precision… You can be bruised by an ugly diminutive — because you are so absolutely resonant — like seawater, my lovely.”
Extracts from Vladimir Nabokov letters to his wife Vera .
Picture taken this morning, at the promenade, Madeira Island.