I believe I understand perfectly just how you feel about
Your advantage
All embrowned and mossed with age
& I think you will agree
That a heavy oppression seems to brood upon the air
& thanks you in anticipation
As expectation darkens into anxiety
Any information you give is duly appreciated
Even though we feel qualms & apprehension
Our letters must have gone astray
Accidents perpetually deflect our attention
But the stars seem attentive
As you doubtless are aware
Shadowy vistas of sylvan beauty
I have been here before
Reluctant as you are to believe
Nights of fathomless blackness
Withering sensations of ineffable boredom
Exquisite refinement in the architecture of the brain
When the waves showed their teeth in the flying breeze
My words trailed off brokenly
Beaten to the ground by the catastrophe
The swing of the pendulum through the centuries
Foreboding some destined change
The ghastly whiteness overspreading your cheek
Imprisoned within an enchanted circle
We appreciated the peculiar circumstances
A lapse from the well-ordered decencies of civilization
In view of all these facts we feel justified in claiming
Perfect crimes of clumsiness
Days monotonous and colorless
Murmurs of complacency
You are certainly justified in complaining
We admit that you are justified in your complaint
Your mind enthroned in the seventh circle of contentment
Your satisfaction will dictate our course
Either way fate was cruel
The fine flower of culture
Feeding scholarly curiosity
Your head throbbing dangerously
The naked fact of death
A mouth of inflexible decision
Pale and vague desolation
Melancholy days of monotonous despair
Collapsing into dreary and hysterical depression
We regret to learn that you are disappointed
A crop of disappointments
A prevailing sentiment of uneasy discontent
Down the steep of disenchantment
Appalled in speechless disgust
A slight movement of incredulous dissent
They were vastly dissimilar
The mind filled with a formless dread
Agitated and enthralled by day-dreams
A swiftly unrolling panorama of dreams
Tethered to earth
As a matter of convenience and economy
Foreshadowing summer's end
Ears singing with the vibrating intensity of secret existence
Impervious to the lessons of experience
Joy rioted in large dark eyes
Seemed to swim in a sort of blurred mist before these eyes
Speech faltering
An air of uncanny familiarity
A wordless farewell
An inexplicable and uselessly cruel caprice of fate
Eyes dilated with pain and fear
Unforced and unstudied depths of feeling
A campaign of unbridled ferocity
Waged by a dandified pretty-boy-looking sort of figure
Conversing with a colorless fluency
A time of disillusion followed
An easy prey to the powers of folly
The spacious leisure of the forest
Ambition shivered into fragments
Of apprehensive solicitude about the future
Hints of death in the icy breath of the gale
His thoughts galloped
Their eyes met glancingly
A pallor of reflected glory
Quivering with restrained grief
Beset by agreeable hallucinations
A frigid touch of the hand
A prop for my faint heart
An iciness a sinking a sickening of the heart
Aghast at our own helplessness
A swift knowledge came to us
Kiss-provoking lips laden with the poignant scent of the garden honeysuckle
The moon waning below the horizon
New troubles dawning on the thickening mental horizon
Books to beguile the tedious hours
Buried in the quicksands of ignorance
Moments of utter idleness
A mystery everlastingly impenetrable
We have found it impossible
A haunting and horrible sense of insecurity
A somewhat melancholy indolence
An overburdening sense of the inexpressible
We are always glad to furnish information
& we take the liberty of deviating from your instructions
Fleeting touches of something alien and intrusive
If we have not made everything perfectly clear, please let us know
We seem wrapped in a veil of lassitude
& are indeed sorry to learn
That our potions are to be delicately supped at leisure
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life
Borne from lip to lip
A hot uprush of hatred and loathing
An articulate echo of longing
The velvet of the cloudless sky grows darker and the stars more luminous
The contagion of extravagant luxury
Eyes dancing with malice
Her limbs ran to marble
We hesitated for a while to pursue the matter
We have no desire to adopt harsh measures
Falling into the blackest days of vague and fantastic melancholy
Clutching at the heart of mediocrity
His mind was dazed and wandering in a mist of memories
A constant stream of rhythmic memories
The swelling tide of memory
Painful thoughts flooded the mind
The pressure of accumulated misgiving
Plaudits of the unlettered mob
Transcendental contempt for money
An optimistic after-dinner mood
A nameless sadness which is always born of moonlight
An impervious beckoning motion
Bandied about from mouth to mouth
Lulled by dreamy musings
Intimations of unpenetrated mysteries
You cannot regret more than I the necessity
Of black inky night
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night
The star-strewn spaces of the night
The whispering rumble of the ocean
A sight for the angels to weep over
Summer clouds floating feathery overhead
Involved in a labyrinth of perplexities
Flushing an agitated pink
A sense of infinite peace brooded over the place
An artful stroke of policy
An unsuspected moral obtuseness
The air was raw and pointed
A shuffling compromise between defiance and prostration
Eyes shining with the pure fire of a great purpose
Curtains of opaque rain
Drear twilight of feigned reality
Inconceivable perversion of reason
A harvest of barren regrets
The outpourings of a tenderness reawakened by remorse
Making the politest of monosyllabic replies
A deep and brooding resentment
While we feel that we are in no way responsible
Humiliating paltriness of revenge
The shafts of ridicule
The song of hurrying rivers
In a sky stained purple black the moon slowly rose
Hoping that our relations may prove mutually satisfactory
We are confident that you will be thoroughly satisfied
After examination we can confidently say
A pang of jealousy not unmingled with scorn
Before the open malignant sea
Drowned in the deep reticence of the sea
Such things as the eye of history sees
It parted to a liquid horizon and showed the gray rim of the sea
She lingered a few leisurely seconds
An odd little air of penitent self-depreciation
A delicious throng of sensation
From the standpoint of serviceability
Days that are brief and shadowed
The white seething surf fell exhausted along the shore
All hope of discreet reticence was ripped to shreds
We suffered agonies of shyness
We held our breath in admiring silence
We had the gift of deep dark silences
Into the purple sea the orange hues of heaven sunk silently
A shiver of apprehension crisped our skin
The shadows rested quietly under the breezeless sky
The inaccessible solitude of the sky
We expect to be in the market soon
We trust we shall hear from you soon
A harassing anxiety of sorrow
A soft intonation of profound sorrow
Dark with unutterable sorrows
Doubts beset your lonely and daring soul
Staccato coughs interrupted the flow of speech
The desire of the moth for the star
Night after night the skies are wine-blue and bubbling with stars
Reflecting the solemn and unfathomable stars
They elicit a remarkably clear and coherent statement
You are quite right in your statement
Threading a labyrinth of obscure streets
The ecstasy and festival of summer
A stifling sensation of pain and suspense
All the sky was mother-of-pearl and tender
Full of majestic tenderness
The spell of a deathless dream was upon us
A sentiment of distrust had crept into our thoughts
Large dark luminous eyes that behold everything about them
Startling leaps over vast gulfs of time
The irresistible and ceaseless onflow of time
Judging without waiting to ponder over bulky tomes
Gazing dimly through a maze of traditions
The maximum of attainable and communicable truth
A curious and inexplicable uneasiness
Immense objects which dwarf us
Conditions make it obligatory for us
The voice trailed off vaguely
The restlessness of offended vanity
A covertly triumphant voice
In a vague and fragmentary way
Dreams that fade and die in the dim west
A secret sweeter than the sea or sky can whisper
We are at a loss to understand why
We regret our inability to meet your wishes
The rising storm of words
The vast cathedral of the world
The blue bowl of the sky all glorious with the blaze of a million worlds
Please accept the thanks of the writer
Whose blank gaze chilled you
Wanted to interest you
Still holding this offer open to you
Which will amply repay you
I am directed to say to you
Awaiting the pleasure of serving you
Mocking echoes of long-departed youth
An agreeably grave vacuity
Urbanely plastic and versatile
