WHEELS AND BUTTERFLIES
Rapallo--"Words for Music Perhaps"--A Packet for Ezra Pound--Summer of 1929; Ballylee Abandoned-- Illness and Convalescence in Italy--Play about Swift --The Garrets and Cellars--Degree at Oxford; Rossi --The Last of Coole--The Irish Academy of Letters--
Last American Tour
To Garret or Cellar a wheel I send,
But every butterfly to a friend.
The Primum Mobile that fashioned us
Has made the very owls in circles move.
RAPALLO appeared to be all that could be desired. "Mountains that shelter the bay from all but the south wind, bare brown branches of low vines and of tall trees blurring their outline as though with a soft mist; houses mirrored in an almost motionless sea; a verandahed gable a couple of miles away bringing to mind some Chinese painting. Rapallo's thin line of broken mother-of- pearl along the water's edge. The little town described in the Ode on a Grecian Urn. In what better place could I, forbidden Dublin winters, and all excited crowded places, spend what winters yet remain?"1
In the flat in the Via Americhe, with his own books and fur-____________________