Stella brought a Christmas cake to the studio, and two chickens
for Madame that she received from her uncle in Normandy.
Her uncle wrote her that he could send no more money:
the franc was down to forty.
Stella made her living copying sheet music,
which ruined her eyes and left her starving.
She lived in a garret and got sinus troubles
from the drafts, but she would not
give up her days at the studio.
What can a Pole do in Paris?
she said to Alabama.
What can anybody do in Paris?
When it comes to fundamentals,
nationalities do not count for much.
Zelda Fitzgerald
Save Me The Waltz
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| Published in 1932 |
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