Letter from Edward Thomas to the poet Gordon Bottomley. Sent from Wick Green, Petersfield, Hampshire. Archival ref: 424/1/1/1/10/153
WICK GREEN
PETERSVIELD

22.xii.10

My dear Gordon
This is only something to accompany
a book & ask you to remember us as we do you.
I am too busy - & at this moment too fatigued
after a night in London - to write. I am glad to
see that you were mending but that was 3 weeks ago
& I hope to have at least a word at Christmas to say
you still are mending. Now I turn at your last
letter I see you want Gerard Hany. Here is the
book.There is practically nothing- except
amusement - in him - Good God, what a
bitch Madam Genyette [illegible] Maeterlinck is.
By the way did you ever see any good or
interesting versions of Maeterlinck's
"Serres Chaude', & "Quinze Chausons'? I
have had some made & they are worse than I
should have done myself - in fact I should
never have achieved anything had I set down to
translate them. I have sent you the
English Harry - Please keep or burn it.
I have the French.

I met Ransome the other day in the city of London.
He has been living at the Cullingwood's house at
Cunniston. He calls his baby Tabitha & it is
considered a joke, I gathered. He is a wonderful
chap: read Benedetta Croce three times, he
thought it necessary to say. However.
The weather - I won't continue, but
we think of nothing else practically. The wind & rain knock at all our windows all day
& night. Only today is lovely & bright,
cold & moist & very likely going to turn to
frost. I hope so, or do you mind? Our
love to you & Emily. We are all well.

Ever yours
Edward Thomas