excerpt from 'Selected correspondence 1915-1963 / Francis Poulenc' pp. 83 (77 words)

excerpt from 'Selected correspondence 1915-1963 / Francis Poulenc' pp. 83 (77 words)

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Selected correspondence 1915-1963 / Francis Poulenc

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I could not find anything to say to you last night to express my enthusiasm. I feel it will be the same tonight. Yet I desperately want you to know into what state of superior emotion I was plunged last night. Your art has reached such a height that it would need the language of Sophocles himself to describe it. Heavens, how beautiful it is! Allow me to embrace you. Which is a rare honour for me. 

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