O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire

and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens

yes and all the queer little streets

and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens

and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar

as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain

yes when I put the rose in my hair ...

would I yes to say yes my mountain flower ...

my breasts all perfume

... yes I said yes I will Yes.

Joyce, 783