Capitolo 77
poet, killed more brutally that the accounts of world. The eyes are closed
and hollow; the mouth, once so prone to kiss, it compassionately bends him to the
angles; the beautiful times are cable. Under me I have written the
words of de Vigny, the words true as the death as if bitter: 'Hope is
the greatest of all of our follies.' I need any other curb to my angry dreams
what this.
"You/he/she has been to-day it cools, so cold. I left Elsie dormant, and it went to the
office of the----Periodic with an article I wrote one month or so ago.
Truth is, Elsie should have a doctor, and I don't have any money to pay
him. I was almost sure Mr.----he/she would take this. He was out, and me
expected a time in along vain, and it finally walked again in the wind and
dust that blows, cooled to the heart. I desired to write in the afternoon,
but I was stricken so with the time from that I threw me on the bed
Elsie to try to pick up my thoughts. It was not use. I found the eyes and
you mind to vaguely wander on the room. I was fixing the frieze of paper
of garlanded roses and the ugly one, dark paper under it of a horrendous
lilac. What demon ever suggested the combination to my owner of
roses of crimson and purplish paper? As I hate my environments! Poverty
and sybaritisms go together as sick as gnawed and they redden paper, but I have
is always too surrendered to the gratification of the eyes and of
the senses. How good I remember in first girlhood of mine, as I filled
bowls with roses, lilacs and heliotrope, of June of country, and
putting under of my cheek a small pillow whose silk of crimson gave me
please, closes my eyes in my small raw room, not ended, and the vales
of Persia and the perfumed clearings of the tropics mine were to wander
through. Yes, a dreamer's Heaven, for me I was only then sixteen years old, and
unperturbed from some thoughts of Love; he/she sometimes anchors Your shade it would enter
and vaguely it makes me perplexed, a strange form, waiting over always in the
half of my gardens that burn, and me sighed with a prescient pain. As