I took a picture
on an inclination
from the tinctures
in decline a quoin’s
abbreviat’d shadow
on Venetian glass,
a capricious blue
upon a caravel,
‘tho I sent it by
horse to Ecuador
Poetry
I took a picture
on an inclination
from the tinctures
in decline a quoin’s
abbreviat’d shadow
on Venetian glass,
a capricious blue
upon a caravel,
‘tho I sent it by
horse to Ecuador
Truly, truly, truly I love Otto and Bibi. I want them to come for coffee, even tea if they prefer. They change shape and form in my moind’s eye, Bibi more than Otto–he has the Preminger barret stamp all over him–and his brother is just like Eric Von Stroheim. Great piece, loved the Venitan glass, adored Ecuador–especially in the fall.>KB
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Many see a resemblance, but no, KB, they are not brothers;
both are, however, concerned Bibi’s whereabouts. I have
overheard, they suppose you ‘know something of that…’;
Dubb left a note that read, ‘I have left a note.’ Again, where?
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metaphors, metaphors, metaphors, so deep and yet beautiful
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Very grateful, dear Joan…they shall blush, when I tell them.
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