POULENC, FRANCIS. (1899-1963). French composer and pianist. Poulenc’s apparent simplicity belies his deep feelings expressed in expert technique. ALS. (“Francis”). 2pp. 4to. Indre-et-Loire, Monday. On his personal Le Grand Coteau stationery. To his friend Claude. In French with translation.
“Just a few words, my dear Claude, to prove to you that I am not forgetting you. Here I am settled in this Grand Coteau which has been transformed into a sanatorium. But it is good to be here…
I do not go out and I shut myself up in one room. I go from one piano to another, and above all, try not to think. Please do not be angry if I ask you also to respect my silence, but with the agreed upon conditions. I shall manage to appear calm provided I know that upon the slightest cause for alarm you will telephone me.
I never would have believed that there would be moments so difficult to endure.
Believe me, dear Claude, love with all your senses, but never love with all your soul. That is much too painful. Why is it that there exists only one person whom I love to such a degree?
I embrace you, for you are very dear to me…
P.S. I found some wonderful poems by Tristan l’Hermite to put into music. I hope I succeed in the effort…”




