Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " decay came up from them which was intoxicating. / My perfume chest is growing larger. I have not mentioned the wonderful odor of the wild cucumber tree berries. If I were a woman my handkerchiefs would be reminiscent of these acrid perfumes - they are stimulants to the imagination. / The hot wind rollicked over the curly livid edged clouds and helped my feet rustle the leaves. / The sky is the only cooling agency today. It is a deep, resounding blue, "