1914-1921

Trieste-Zurich-Paris

his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and

yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes

I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I

under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then

Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me

a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the

and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the

the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets

the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and

going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and

castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman

lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the

the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her

kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with

years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like

the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of

and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and