Hemingway

“the long afternoon of sun”, is that from Hemingway? a short story? Farewell to Arms? or have I have imagined this or from who then? A walking route I take goes by a gated community, as I walk by the southern walls, on a late afternoon or early evening, I touch the walls and have felt the warmth, saturated into the stucco, from the sun, a simple yet compositely expressive phrase that I take stock of, passing, “imagist incisiveness” (Tanner), “if you can get to see it clear…then any part you make will represent the whole” (Death in the Afternoon).