I’ll Tell You All What a fresh summer morning!Melodic birdsong,Roar of noisy motors,Not lost butFormed a jarring modern track.Yesterday, very disturbing; but today…I could smell the fresh breadFrom the café beneath,And the loud chatter;I was alive! I remembered the night before,Drowning in the sorrowOf a Freudian novel,The Blind Owl,The wounded soul,Full of despair,When the artist…