II + 

March, + 

you remind me of + 

the pyramids, our pyramids⁠— + 

stript of the polished stone + 

that used to guard them! + 

March, + 

you are like Fra Angelico + 

at Fiesole, painting on plaster! + 

March, + 

you are like a band of + 

young poets that have not learned + 

the blessedness of warmth + 

(or have forgotten it). + 

At any rate⁠— + 

I am moved to write poetry + 

for the warmth there is in it + 

and for the loneliness⁠— + 

a poem that shall have you + 

in it March. + 