7/8/62

To P.O.

The whitewashed room, roof
of a third-rate Mohammedan hotel,
two beds, blurred fan
whirling over yr brown guitar,
knapsack open on floor, towel
hanging from chair, orange crush,
brown paper manuscript packages,
Tibetan tankas, Ghandi pyjamas,
Ramakrishna Gospel, bright umbrella
a mess on a rickety wooden stand,
the yellow wall-bulb lights up
this scene Calcutta for the thirtieth night - -
Come in the green door, long Western gold
hair plastered down your shoulders
from shower: "Did we take our pills
this week for malaria?" Happy birthday
dear Peter, your 29'th year.

Handwritten

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