The East Was Haunted for Me

After ga 's death, the east was haunted for me. So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line, i decided to come back home. West stag especially, still figures in my more fantastic dreams. I see it as a night scene by algreco. A hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overang sky and a lustreless moon in the foreground. Four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with the stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold