What I most want to tell you
Is that I love you
And I want more than anything
To have you strong and clear-visioned
In all this world madness…
You are the finest person I know
On both sides of the world
And it is a nice privilege to be your comrade.
In a letter to Max Eastman on the death of John Reed (October, 1920), Louise Bryant wrote:
He was never delirious the way most typhus patients are. He always knew me and his mind was full of stories and poems and beautiful thoughts. He would tell me that the water he drank was full of little songs… I haven’t the courage to think what it is going to be like without him. I have never really loved any one else in the whole world but Jack, and we were terribly close to each other… No one has ever been so alone as I am. I have lost everything now.