New Canaan, Connecticut
22. June. 1928
Praise be to Allah, you have not withdrawn the light of your spirit nor the lilt of your pen from this unworthy person!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 and blessed!
Me, 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.
I 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.
And your letter! "I need some one to love me", says you!
My dear Gran:
I 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
P.S. Have told Hathaway7 I am sure you would copy a few poems for the Anth. if he should think it necessary. Writing to him about several of the Guild, more or less unknown to me. Maybe you could run him to earth in his lair Canadian National Telegraph Office Lower Bay St. 11th floor, and have a chin with him. Do him good to look upon you anyhow.
Burned to an ash, Sitting in Judgement! Much prefer the Earnescliffe [sic] or the Victoria or the Wellington Arms as a place of session.8
Your loving grandson Willie Carman!