May 8 + 

I have been living out of doors a lot lately and am getting sunburnt. It gives me infinite pleasure to be sunburnt⁠—to appear the man of the open air, the open road, and the wild life. The sun intoxicates me today. The sea is not big enough to hold me nor the sky for me to breathe in. I feel I should like to be swaying with all the passions, throbbing with life and a vast activity of heart and sinew⁠—to live magnificently⁠—with an unquenchable thirst to drink to the lees, to plumb the depth of every joy and every sorrow, to see my life flash in the heat. Ah! Youth! Youth! Youth!!! In these moments of ecstasy my happiness is torrential. I have the soul of the poppy flaming in me then. I am rather like the poppy in many ways.⁠ ⁠… It is peculiarly appropriate. It must be my flower! I am the poppy!! + 