Kenneth and I dined together and then he took me among poets in
Greenwich Village. Genevieve Taggard, whose apartment we met in,
is a lovely and graceful being. An interesting Russian was there,
Vladimir Simkhovitch. He took us to his apartment afterwards, and
opening a cupboard, he unrolled and hung up on the wall series of
Chinese paintings. He is a great authority on Oriental Art. He loves
his things. He produced from his treasure store those that suited his
mood. Poems, in brown gauche, or else portraits full of character
and mystery. He values them far above Gainsboroughs! Each one of the
pictures was something that one longed to be alone with, and to think
over, and absorb. As I was leaving, he presented me with a terra cotta
Chinese “Tanagra” Ming period. ... A truly Oriental impulse--we are
going back again!