Capitolo 19
What was this dream that we had a dream of music,,
Music that has color of gnawed by the earth of opening as the magic
Is its beauty shaken on us and died away?
The cold and long roads once more they extend in front of us.
The red drops of sun, the walls grow grey.
VIII. THE BOX WITH SILVER HANDLES
It was two days after my husband died--
Two days! And the earth still raw above of him.
And I was sweeping the carpet in their room.
In number four--the room with the red wall-paper--
Some sing girls and men you/they were singing that song
'They will turn on soon candles
You round off a box with silver handle--and feeling them sing him/it
I started to cry. Only he came then long
And it stopped on the steps and it turned and it looked at me,
And taken the cigar by his/her mouth and kind of smiled
Is it said, 'Says, what is the matter?' and then it came down
Where I was tilting me against the wall,
And it touched my shoulder, and it put his/her arm around me. . .
And I was so sad, while thinking about him,--
Thinking that it was raining, and a cold night,
With so unaccostomed Jim to being dead,--
What I was happy to has that he sympathizes,
To feel his/her arm, and it tilted him against him and he/she cried.
And before I knew him/it, he found me in a room
Where a table had put, and anybody there,
And if he/she sat me on a sofa, and closing held me,
And he/she spoke to me, while saying not to cry me,
What correct was entirely, he would look later at me,--
But not to cry, my eyes were becoming red,
What it didn't do me beautiful. And he was so beautiful,
What when he turned my face among his/her hands,
And it looked at me, with those the blue eyes of his,
And smiled, and he tilted, and he/she kissed me--
Somehow me I could not say not to do him/it him,
Somehow me I didn't mind, I allowed him to kiss me,
My eyes be closed! . . . Well, that was as it started.
For when my heart was assuaged with crying, and the pain
You/he/she was passed and you/he/she had let me calm, somehow it seemed
As if it were honest to change my idea,
To send him/it street, or it says me I had not intended him--