be to Allah, you have not withdrawn the light of your
spirit nor the lilt of your pen from this unworthy person!
As witness your beloved letter of the 13th—much valued
up to the ears in poetry—Canadian, and happy to say
nearing the end of the job.1
I want to finish as soon as may be, so as to have the
summer free for preparing the winter’s lectures.2
Also maybe a poem to two.
go to the mountains3
about the first of July. No, not to Toronto to turn
in the stuff,4
unless it seems absolutely necessary for more material.
Too expensive, the extra trip. Very poor. Don’t like
it, but cannot grouch about it. Nothing unreasonable
in the combination of poetry and poverty. Richer than
a millionaire in some things.
your letter! "I need some one to love me",
can hear you thumping on the floor with your cane in
the Jalna home, and yelling "I want to be kissed,
I want to be kissed! Somebody come and kiss me!"5
All right, Gran dear, here are tons of love and bushels
of kisses. Now be good and you’ll be happy again. How
otherwise in such a lovely-named place as Aldine House!!6