Do not write in words sea-sickon a postcard but paint mewith a damp brush on a warm canvas,like all your other women.I sit here in this Viennese cafédrinking bitter coffee, sweetenedwith bites of Sachertorte,enveloped in the pungent smoke of cigars,reading postcards from Klimt,and all I can think of are poplars,beech forests and lakes.You hide from […]
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