I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.

So Many Of The Loveliest Things In England Are Melancholy.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.