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Publicado el 15 de Septiembre, 2006, 16:43. en General.
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Different lights fall, making the ordinary leopard spottedand strange. Those bladder shapes painted red and yellow arefaces.
A girl sits at acottage door; she is waiting; for whom?
Ihave tried to draw from the living flesh the stone lodged at thecentre.
The iron black boot became a pool of deep blue.
Now I know what the parcelshold; and do not care much. The great avenues of civilizationmeet here and strike this way and that.
I am not a whimperinglittle animal making for the shadow.
I pick my way over broken glass, among blistered tiles,and see only vile and famished faces. I am merely Neville toyou, who see the narrow limits of my life and the line it cannotpass.
Rimmed in a gold circlethe looking-glass held the scene immobile as if everlasting in itseye. The sheets spotted with yellow holes let me fall through.
I tookthe print of life not outwardly, but inwardly upon the raw, thewhite, the unprotected fibre. One bone lay rain-pocked and sun-bleached till it shone like a twigthat the sea has polished. I have run violently like a whip flung out to the extremeend of my tether.
Trembling with ardour, I pretended that I was notsurprised.
Your voices sound like treescreaking in a forest. Red and gold shot through thewaves, in rapid running arrows, feathered with darkness. How swift life runs fromJanuary to December!
A bird, perched on an ash-colouredtwig, sipped a beak full of cold water. I am wrapped round withphrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent. Whenwe were young we sat anywhere, on bare benches in draughty hallswith the doors always banging. Rippling small, rippling grey, innumerable waves spread beneath us. There is alwaysmore to be understood; a discord to be listened for; a falsity tobe reprimanded. Jinny broke thethread when she kissed me in the garden years ago. Up and up it comes,approaches, hesitates, stops at my door.
I am wrapped round withphrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent. But then Rhoda, or it may be Louis, some fasting and anguishedspirit, passes through and out again. The white petals will bedarkened with sea water. But then Rhoda, or it may be Louis, some fasting and anguishedspirit, passes through and out again. I like rain when it hasturned to snow and become palatable.
Crimson, green, violet, they are dyed all colours.