2.

I don't like the idea of your being styled a bus-boy gone
poet. I'd rather have it...."Negro poet finds melody in clatter
of dishes." I know some of what you feel although I have not
reached the famous stage as yet. (Twixt you and me my heart just
stops beating for fear I never shall.) I used to wait on table.
Sometime when we meet I shall swap yarns with you about the
trials of young artists and especially black ones. But somehow
I wouldn't take a seat in heaven for my experiences with and for
life.

Glad you liked my pictures. It feels much as though some
one had seen my ghost when friends write that my picture looks
out at them from Scurlock's window.

And now I have tried for almost two whole pages to talk
about this and that just as though I weren't bursting with the
loveliest new piece of news ever...... I HAVE A STUDIO!!!!!!!!!
After seven weary months of knocking about here and there I had
at last come to the conclusion that finding a studio was an
utter impossibility. And then just swish and I had one. I shall
move in for good on Saturday next. It is a lovely place and I am
so happy. It is just like a nice homely stable and I feel confi-
dent that I shall be able to do some good work there. The past
week has been spent in rushing around and carrying suit-cases.
I am worn to a frazzle but tickled silly at the opportunity to
wear myself out in this cause. Why, I am so excited about it that
I can't even talk about it.

Please send me a copy of your book as you said you would
I got Countee's just before Christmas....he had such a lovely
autograph and greeting in the front. Wonder what your fly-leaf
will say to my kindred spirit. Yes, I, too, think Countee's book
is beautiful inside and out. I have read it from kiver to kiver
several times. One doesn't usually do that with poetry but I