The wake of the gertrud.., p.43
The Wake of the Gertrud Luth, page 43
“Thank you,” she said very softly, finding his hand, lightly touching his fingers. Standing very close to the bed, he took her hand in his.
“Look,” she said. “Outside it is a new day.”
He looked with her at the windows and the scarlet rays of the rising sun had filled the whole sky in the east.
“Yesterday I could have said they were all new day once,” he said.
Her fingers moved very smally in his hand.
“I –” he said; then waited and said, “I thought –”
“Yes?” she said, her fingers moving very smally in his hand.
He hesitated. Then: “I love you,” he said.
“You would say something more?” she said very softly.
“Perhaps you would not have me ask,” he said.
Again he felt her hand move inside of his.
“Once I could have chosen a man who was a poet,” she said. “Now I choose a man whose heart is too full to speak.”
He bent and very lightly touched his mouth to her cheek.
And outside the sun was rising.
Patrick O'Hara, The Wake of the Gertrud Luth
