white stallions roaming under a blue sky, you must walk
with a white dove and heal the race, heal the misery, take
us off the cross…..
and have occasional work in libraries, but mostly spend my
days preoccupied with the placement and geometric
position of words on paper. I write poetry filling white page
after white page with imitations of Edith Sitwell. It is my
dream to live in rooms with European antiques and my
Queen Victoria, photographs of Roman ruins, walls of
books, a piano, oriental carpets and to eat my meals on a
white glass table. I will visit my friends’ apartments which
will contain books, photographs of Roman ruins, pianos and
oriental carpets. My friends will be white.