Martha We are halfway across Initially we were heading south But I injured my nose It bled a great deal But it is not broken This said we are sailing towards The Land of the Free As I am going to see a specialist in New York Daddy’s first cousin Who I have not seen […]

Wear your wellies Otherwise you will slip The platforms are icy Wrap up warm With only your face exposed Use my finest creams My daughter dear And do not leave your scarf On the train as you normally do

Le monde est rempli de fausses réflexions. Je les ai rassemblées dans mon petit carnet en cuir The world is full of false thoughts. I’ve collected them in my little leather notebook

The world is full of false reflections I have collected them in my small leather book

Sorrow had befriended Lopez A Spanish dwarf from Seville To help him with his translations Lopez was blind in one eye The result of a childhood accident

Sorrow was sitting in front Of a pathetic gas fire He had been studying The poetry of Gongora For most of the term

Your tongue has hardened my nipple Or is it the declining breeze of the day Erotic Thoughts of Summer

I have been watching The suns reflection On the surface of the river For many hours In time it will fade And I will return to my bed Olivia B

I am lying in a cornfield After a long sweaty walk Staring at a cloudless sky My idyll is soon spoilt By the hovering flies Who would likely devour me If I stopped breathing Olivia B

Used to have Very beautiful barmaids But the snows soon melted