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I knew you were either sick (I don't like the Norman equivalent) or very busy. I thought perhaps you were helping Bower with papers and grades. I'm sorry it was intestinal flu, a perfectly lousy affliction. I've had it myself, but not lately. Apparently you were out of woods (What woods? Who said anything about woods?) when you wrote. Anyway you gave the impression of being all there as usual. (It's such damned indignities that account for my bad disposition and chronic wrath!)
Lady, it's always so good to hear from you! I'm sure you can
Yes, I'm off for Memphis on June 6th (day after tomorrow). I'm going by air. Why anywhere; by air or otherwise, and I don't know where I want to go. But I do want to see Alice and the precious Wubs and the sweet horses again.
mine too. Mona & I raised them. They are so dear — the sweethearts! And they do love me as I love them. I'll see Lynn ride, and I'll pet Erica's pony (and it spotted by golly! Alice has her
I want to see you as much as I want to see anything. It's a long way to August.
It seems that freight steamers from New Orleans, bound for the Orient, do stop at Los Angeles, but they take passengers only for the whole
trip to . Doggoneit! I don't know what I'll do. Anyway, I want to look at
Write me next to this address:
I'm waiting for my Poetry class to come out for a big picnic and a session in the Prayer Garden. My
last year's class, as you know, had a picnic a week ago.
I'm already halfway to Memphis, altho' I'll not leave until Sat., June 6th at 7:45 a. m.
I'm much interested in your presentation of the Wars entire — with sound effects! And I'm especially glad that you will plan to preserve the impact of the poetry. That's necessary, and you can do it.
Skyrim is very beautiful. A week ago the hedges were like snowbanks with the mass of bloom. That's
Please tell Bower that I don't like him too! In fact, I don't like the Aly family at all; except a slight liking for Stewart, because he and I are still young enough to understand the canine vernacular. That's a bond. Otherwise I'm mad at all of
It's my turn, as chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, to edit the Poetry Pilot issued monthly. I've included some good verse, selected from here and there. One I love is
The Last Hero by Chesterton. Good heavens! Do you know that one? It makes the stuff of the diddling esthetics look like what it do love that shout of glory!
Maybe, after all, I ain't very mad at you'ns. Maybe
like you a little!
Anyway, be as happy as you can be. It's important. Love everybody, at least a little. And let's not drive any nails into even the smallest cross!
(I'm heavily insured, and if my plane gets wrecked, I'll die a very wealthy man — successful at last!)
—On second thought I guess I do like you all quite a lot.