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[[underlined]] To Willie, April 5, 1926: [[/underlined]] Have you read this one by Sara Teasdale?

Out of the delicate dream of the distance, an emerald emerges,
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
High in the infinite blue of its heaven, a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and forgotten by winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.

-- Madeira from the Sea.

To me, that is perfectly beautiful. Do you notice what a wonderful sense of color she always shows? I guess that is one reason I like to read her so much because colors always fascinated me too.

[[underlined]] To Willie, April 10, 1926: [[/underlined]] This morning I saw one of the most brilliant sunrises I've ever looked at. It looked so solid it seemed as though it must have been a painting. The sky was colored so richly in bands of purple and orange and rose and green and along the horizon, was a strip of almost scarlet. I have never seen such colors in the sky before, never green and such brilliant red. It didn't look real. Maybe I was still asleep. And last night the sun dropped into the lake in a regular summer sunset, emerging a great red ball from a long drape of clouds just above the horizon, and passing across that open belt of sky into the water, tinting everything pink from the clouds of steam around the powerhouse, to the usually ugly structural steel of the dust collector outside the carpenter shop. And true to the promise of the sunset, today was bright and beautiful and warm, the first really warm day we have had. ...... Wednesday I went to Buffalo on some business for Mother so I had quite a busy day with no sleep, or course. I went on the train and returned on the trolley, which I believe is quite celebrated for its speed. And it certainly could "speed." It was so dark and foggy all the way back, even though in the afternoon, that one could see very little most of the way. I was afraid we'd crash something in the fog but all went well, particularly the car. ...... Attached is a sample of the art of John Held, Jr. taken from "Life". I think he is a master at drawing the college man, in fact, anything as far as that is concerned. His style is about as clever as anything I've ever seen. ...... Last night was a hectic one at the plant. Everything went wrong, but we scrambled out of all the difficulties very nicely. It's good to have things go wrong like that because it's at such times that one really learns the most. "Trouble shooting" is lots of fun -- that is, trying to find out what the matter is

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