Hopper never painted this, but here …
Grace Schulman
“Is there no balm in Gilead?” So cries …
Squinting through eye-slits in our balaclavas, …
From the tower window …
“Turn back!” was all she snapped out as she passed …
Pardon us for uttering a handful …
That day I hired a private detective to follow me, …
Scaling ladders with buckets of white enamel, …