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Isadora: My Life

We took the boat from Brindisi, and .shortly after, one lovely morning, arrived in Corfu. All Nature was glad and smiling, but I could find no comfort in it. Those who were with me say that for days and weeks I sat only staring before me. I took no account of time-I had entered a dreary land of grey-ness where no will to live or move existed.

When real sorrow is encountered there is, for the stricken, no gesture, no expression. Like Niobe turned to stone, I sat and longed for annihilation in death.

L. was in London. I thought if he would only come to me perhaps I could escape from this ghastly, death-like coma.  Perhaps if I could feel warm, loving arms about me I might come to life.

One day I asked that no one should disturb me. In my room with the windows darkened I lay flat on my bed with my hands clasped on my breast. I had arrived at the last limit of despair and I repeated over and over again a message to L.:

"Come to me. I need you. I am dying. If you do not come I will be following the children."

I repeated this like a sort of Litany, over and over again.

When I rose I found it was midnight. After that I slept painfully.

The next morning Augustin awakened me with a telegram in his hand: . ..For God's sake send news of Isadora. Will start at once for Corfu. L"

The days that followed I waited with the first glimmer of hope I had had out of the darkness.

One morning L. arrived, pale and agitated.

"I thought you were dead," he said.

And then he told me that on the afternoon that I had sent him the message I had appeared to him, a vaporous vision at the foot of his bed, and told him in just the words of my message, so oft repeated-"Come to me- come to me-I need you -if you do not come I will die."