My Only Desire Is An Intimate Infusion

I've Only Myself To Blame For It, My Impotence Most Of All And My Weakness. If I Do Any Good Work Now It Will Be Only By Chance.

I Had So Much Fire In Me And So Many Plans.

If Only The Weather Would Improve, There'd Be Hope Of Some Work, But Every Day Brings Rain.

I Want To Paint The Air In Which The Bridge, The House And The Boat Are To Be Found - The Beauty Of The Air Around Them, And That Is Nothing Less Than The Impossible.

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.