5/31 But then one needn't read it--" "You don't encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. I haven't written any poetry for years," he replied. |