• Boyd Letters

Boyd134

counterpane of the still bed
on which her worn body lay
as lightly as when she came, a sleepless maid.

Hope you can decipher it - I mean the writing:
the thought is childs play. Don't be afraid
to criticize it to hell.

I'm writing a couple of other lyrics, but will
keep 'em for a month before publishing - or
rather trying to publish - them.
Forrest Reid has read the part of my novel that's finished
it, + was quite encouraging. But i know it's slight -
+ my beginning.
I'm after a future life in Queens, now!

Boyd134
Subject: 
John Boyd
Coverage: 
19 Jan
Keywords: 
Forrest Reid
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Boyd134", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Wed, 05/19/2021 - 00:31, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd134