“Looking for my Agnes”
Looking for my Agnes
Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J. D Salinger a lifetime to find his Agnes. Hemingway’s words made us know. Love was rare and needed. Salinger was heavy with terrible memories. A kind woman protected and loved him. She saved him, he found his forever Agnes.
Hemingway never forgot the kind nurse. She nursed his injuries and his heart/mind. He loved her till his last days. I wondered did Hemingway think of the kind married lady before he killed himself?
I wonder, do we accept less? I was saved and I was broken. Love was sweet and love was damned.
Today I know. We are just pieces of a puzzle. Just pieces gathering till we built a final draft, of what we support to be.
Maybe I had my Agnes? I have been saved and I have saved kind ladies. Maybe my Agnes is waiting for me.
I remember a Michigan beauty who caressed my face and she saved me in 1992. Maybe we need many people to save us.
The Hemingway wish, I may still have. Wishing for someone to save me.
Dancing Coyote
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my friend.
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Thanks for sharing this John!! I had never heard about Hemingway and his Agnes! I think I agree with you – we have many that are parts of our Agnes!!
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Salinger found a good woman too. A nurse. Many believe, his Agnes.
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Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
. . . this speaks for itself. — kenne
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Thank you for the reblogged. I do appreciate.
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Thank you for sharing your incredible story, and I adored the music/video, which I placed into music playlist….
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Salinger, Hemingway and Jack London. My favorite. You are welcome my friend.
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