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Tuesday - Oct 24 1939
Yesterday the equinox storm fell upon the island & flooded the plateau & the valley of Ka[[?]]. The sea was reddened[[good guess?]] with the rain from the hills. A Kone[[good guess?]] wind blew. By the river [[?]] of 6 [[?]] the water had made a wide [[?]] flat of sand and debris. One river turned[[good guess]] [[?]] the sea. For a brief moment the sky suddenly glowed red, an eerie red, the strongest color and the strangest mood I had ever seen in the sky. A feeling of awe gripped me as I struggled to classify the phenomenon and to understand it. It could very well have been the sign of a tremendous catastrophe. That would break over the island & the sea. - Then to the left was a clear, marvelous blue I had never seen in my life
[[?]] Today the sunset glared like a bugle [[good guess?]] call. It was blue & golden & no [[?]] color. Long beams shed from behind [[?]].
I asked myself: what can we cling to and find it unchangeable & constant? How many things I [[?]] by have [[?]] into [[?]] ! : - 
Aiken: my first favorite poet. (6 years)
Crane: a brief meeting
Jeffers[[good guess?]]: at times starkly beautiful
Rose: yet she returns, but there is no constancy. 
H[[?]] friends - so many have gone
Van Gogh, Cezanne - they have taught me, & teach no more.
Kent: His "starlight" is no longer thrilling
Will these, too, be left behind? - [[?]] Bay & white mornings; N.E Coast, Kealia Headland