Yes.
Today is even more Keatsian, 25 degrees, kindly heat, kindly, nearly serene the lot, my lot. Post Venice colours,
water/colours and / sounds,
lagoon lyrics to be explored. Began my 4. String Quartet, dreamed last night….
This:
The day was snowing / This temple farted white birds / How long till my death ?
Three long years have passed / An Morfhile mailed me lines / Long melted the snow….
What colour these gulls / Swerving between the snow-flakes ? / My cold eyes see all
My Tipperary / cold as wintry Japan / Blue knuckles singing
Cool saki is best / Great hate, little room. Japan / my frozen mind now.
I love kimonos / Lovely prattering creatures / More wood on the fire
Tonight I roasted Pangar / Ban, my cold love , from hunger / Curse, weep for Issa