gri_2003_m_46_b01_f11_003
- Max. dissimilarity: 1.0
- Mean dissimilarity: 0.352
- Image votes: 1.0
Transcribers
- WINNER - 65312807 - LadyCrazyCat
- 65326673 - not-logged-in-5009750375f16af0fc83
- 65337646 - kereilly
- 65369096 - Bambina41
- 65373214 - not-logged-in-ff6ed8bd49ed4776c1ad
- 67334355 - not-logged-in-164493c1e69d90a15009
WINNER - 65312807 - LadyCrazyCat
I looked at the map of the abbey in the Official Guide and saw where the cloisters had been surrounded by architecture and that suggested the following conceit:A green oasis in a map of stone,
Roses in Summer maybe, talking birds,
A pleasure to the restless novice.
Looking out from the cool arches.
Who would have thought, turning the book of hours
That was his order, that the cloister;s
Pavement of green would open out,
Take in the stone of pier and wall,
As if the floral border of his book
Had grown and hidden every saint.
Soon I must go out and cash my cheque, buy some writing materials, so that I can write to people for lectures and reviews. After that I shall do some more Hogarth. Will you paint today I wonder. I hope so. I agree with you really about your books but be sure to bring sufficient painting things with you, despite transport or other obstacles, you must be equipped with materials.
Dearest Sylvia, I love you, I am ravished by your body in movement, in repose; by your wit and your tenderness, by your art and your criticism. How charming you are in your grey coat and blue lined hood. You have brilliantly conquered me. Your locket is beside me as I write: the chain makes an elegant loop above the heart. I remember it is only a few hours since you held it. How precious its associations are. I love you,
Lawrence
P.S. I cannot find a tape-measure but I will send you measurements for a slip-over in my next letter.
(Here is Dandylion at Victoria waiting for a Wimbledon train.)
Don't forget to give Tiny my love.
L.
65326673 - not-logged-in-5009750375f16af0fc83
I looked at the map of the abbey in the Official Guide and saw where the cloisters had been surrounded by architecture and that suggested the following conceit:A green oasis in a map of stone,
Roses in Summer maybe, talking birds,
A pleasure to the restless novice
Looking out from the cool arches.
Who would have thought, turning the book of hours
That was his order, that the cloister's
Pavement of green would open out,
Take in the stone of the pier and wall,
As if the floral border of his book
Had grown and hidden every saint.
Soon I must go out and cash my cheque, buy some writing materials, so that I can write to people for lectures and reviews. After that I shall do some more Hogarth. Will you paint today I wonder. I hope so. I agree with you really about your books but be sure to bring sufficient painting things with you, despite transport or other obstacles, you must be equipped with materials.
Dearest Sylvia, I love you, I am ravished by your body in movement, in repose; by your wit and your tenderness, by your art and criticism. How charming you are in your gray coat and blue lined hood. You have brilliantly conquered me. Your locket is beside me as I write: the chain makes an elegant loop above the heart. I remember it is only a few hours since you held it. Her precious its associations are. I love you.
Lawrence
P.S. I cannot find a tape-measure
but I will send you measurements
for a slip-over in my next letter.
(Here is Dandylion at Victoria
waiting for a Wimbledon train.)
Don't forget to give Tiny my love.
L
65337646 - kereilly
I looked at the map of the abbey in the Official Guide and saw where the cloisters had been surrounded by architecture and that suggested the following conceit:A green oasis in a map of stone,
Roses in Summer maybe, talking birds,
A pleasure to the restless novice
Looking out from the cool arches.
Who would have thought, turning the book of hours
That was his order, that the cloister's
Pavement of green would open out,
Take in the stone of pier and wall,
As if the floral border of his book
Had grown and hidden every saint.
Soon I must go out and cash my cheque, buy some writing materials, so that I can write to people for lectures and reviews. After that I shall do some more Hogarth. Will you paint today I wonder. I hope so. I agree with you really about your books but be sure to bring sufficient painting things with you, despite transport or other obstacles, you must be equipped with materials.
Dearest Sylvia, I love you, I am ravished by your body in movement, in repose; by your wit and your tenderness, by your art and your criticism. How charming you are in your grey coat and blue lined hood. You have brilliantly conquered me. Your locket it beside me as I write: the chain makes an elegant loop above the heart. I remember it is only a few hours since you held it. How precious its associations are. I love you,
Lawrence
P.S. I cannot find a tape-measure but I will send you measurements for a slip-over my next letter.
(Here is Dandylion at Victoria waiting for a Wimbledon train.)
Don't forget to give Tiny my love.
65369096 - Bambina41
I looked at the map of the abbey in the Official Guide and saw where the cloisters had been surrounded by architecture and that suggested the following conceit:A green oasis is a map of stone,
Roses in Summer maybe, talking birds,
A pleasure to the restless novice
looking out from the cool arches.
Who would have thought, turning the book of hours
That was his order, that the cloister's
Pavement of green would open out,
Take in the stone of pier and wall,
As if the floral border of his book
Had grown and hidden every saint.
Soon I must go out and cash my check, buy some writing materials, so that I can write to people for lectures and reviews. After that I shall do some more Hogarth. Will you paint today I wonder. I hope so. I agree with you really about your books but be sure to bring sufficient painting things with you, despite transport or other obstacles, you must be equipped with materials.
Dearest Sylvia, I love you, I am ravished by your body in movement, in repose; by your wit and your tenderness, by your art and your criticism. How charming you are in your grey coat and blue lined hood. You have brilliantly conquered me. Your locket is beside me as I write: the chain makes an elegant loop above the heart. I remember it is only a few hours since you held it. How precious its associations are. I love you,
Lawrence
P.S. I cannot find a tape-measure but I will send you measurements for a slip-over in my next letter.
(Here is Dandylion at Victoria waiting for a Wimbledon train.)
Don't forget to give Tiny my love.
L.
65373214 - not-logged-in-ff6ed8bd49ed4776c1ad
I looked at the map of the abbey in the Official Guide and saw where the cloisters had been surrounded by architecture and that suggested the following conceit:A green oasis in a map of stone,
Roses in Summer maybe, talking birds,
A pleasure to the restless novice
Looking out from the cool arches.
Who would have thought, tuning the book of hours
That was his order, that the cloister's
Pavement of green would open out,
Take in the store of pier and wall,
As if the floral border of his book
Had grown and hidden every saint.
Soon, I must go out and cash my cheque, buy some writing materials, so that I can write to people for lectures and reviews. After that I shall do some more Hogarth. Will you paint today I wonder. I hope so. I agree with you really about your books but be sure to bring sufficient painting things with you, despite transport or other obstacles, you must be equipped with materials.
Dearest Sylvia, I love you. I am ravished by your body in movement, in repose; by your wit and your tenderness, by your art and your criticism. How charming you are in your grey coat and blue lined hood. You have brilliantly conquered me. Your locket is beside me as I write: the chain makes an elegant loop above the heart. I remember it is only a few hours since you held it. How precious its associations are. I love you,
Lawrence
P.S. I cannot find a tape-measure but I will send you measurements for a slip-over in my next letter.
( Here is Dandylion at Victoria waiting for a Wimbledon train.)
Don't forget to give Tiny my love.
67334355 - not-logged-in-164493c1e69d90a15009