You may bury me in the East,
You may bury me in the West,
But I’ll hear that trumpet sound
In that morning. (Sundquist, 522)
Transcript:
London, June 6, 1959
Dear Betty Millard:
I have thought of you many times in the last ten months but as time rushed on, the more I would have to put in any real letter to you grew and grew until it became just impossible. I have been whirled so miraculously through impossible places and to inconceivable things that their real explanation can only be left to endless talk. Meantime I have grown inconceivably old and in short I didn’t write and I’m not writing now but simply saying that I still live I still remember you and if as is quite likely you have quite forgotten me why then here’s a signature and its trying to say that the French Line “Liberte” leaving London June 25 is due to land me in New York July I
I kiss you
W E B Du Bois
Letter from W. E. B. Du Bois to Betty Millard, June 6, 1959. Sophia Smith Collection of Women’s History, Betty Millard Papers.