Letter

1 LIV    |         once more the trees and the grass grow, it is always the same
2 LXVII  |       gathered gentians in the long grass of the immense Roman fort
3 CXXII  |         strength. When I lie on the grass I feel as if I am already
4 CXXXIV | Fontainebleau does not know on what grass she walks and nevertheless
5 CXCII  |            enthusiasms, I had sowed grass and flowers that grew well
6 CCXXXI |            and croak. I am like the grass of the fields: water and
7 CCCXIII|             wiping her hands on the grass, seemed to me especially