Dear friend,
Are you in danger -
I did not know that you were hurt. Will you tell me more? Mr Hawthorne died.
I was ill since September, and since April, in Boston, for a Physician's care - He does not let me go, yet I work in my Prison, and make Guests for myself -
Carlo did not come, because that he would die, in Jail, and the Mountains, I could not hold now, so I brought but the Gods -
I wish to see you more than before I failed - Will you tell me your health? I am surprised and anxious, since receiving your note -
The only News I know
Is Bulletins all day
From Immortality.
Can you render my Pencil?
The Physician has taken away my Pen.
I enclose the address from a letter, lest my figures fail - Knowledge of your recovery - would excel my own -
E- Dickinson