Dear good master,
Can you, for le Temps, write on Dernieres Chansons? It would oblige me greatly. Now you have it.
I was ill all last week. My throat was in a frightful state. But I have slept a great deal and I am again afloat. I have begun anew my reading for Saint-Antoine.
It seems to me that Dernieres Chansons could lend itself to a beautiful article, to a funeral oration on poetry. Poetry will not perish, but its eclipse will be long and we are entering into the shades.
Consider if you have a mind for it and answer by a line.
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