Capitolo 28
We come down again. We grope through darkened cells.
You say: this obscurity, will slowly kill here me.
It walks to on all four and hangs on me. . . It is full of bells.
This is the thing remembered that I would forget--
Any matter where I go, as rubber bands I tread me,
This windy gesture threatens me with death.
Work! it says, and stings his/her finger to me;
You touch my throat and it stops my breath.
My fans--my jewels--my husband's portrait--
The certificate lacerated for the grave of my daughter--
These are but second deadly in the immortal duration.
They brush me to Them, is grown weak: how drops of water.
They doesn't mean crime.
I/you/he/she allow us to reconsider our footsteps: I have deceived Him:
Nothing is here me I could not frankly tell him:
Any suggestion of guilt or the unfaithfulness or threat.
Dreams--they is the madness. Showy eyes--the illusion.
I/you/he/she allow us to return, feels music, and you forget. . .
IV. ILLEGITIMATE
Of what she told me that evening--any matter.
The strange thing next day came.
My brain was full of music--anything she played me--;
I could not remember him/it all but sentences of him
Garlanded and it garlanded among weak memoirs,
Looking for for anything trying to tell me anything,,
Exhorting to restlessness: tilting on pain.
I tried to play the motive from memory,,--
But memory failed: the ropes and discords climbed
And it didn't find decision--only suspended there,
And he/she left me soft. . . Where, had I felt him then? . . .
What dusty and secret room was you/he/she suggesting?
'Dust', it said, 'the dust. . . and dust. . . and light of the sun. .
One clear April and I cool evening. . . it snows, bedraggled,
Rain-used snow, the horrendous grass. . .
And someone walking alone; and someone saying
What all have to end, for the time to go had come. . . '
These were the sentences. . . but back part, under of them
A greater shade stirred: and in this shade
I was standing and I guessed. . . Was it the lady from the blue eyes?
What he/she always danced in gilded slippers--
And had I danced with her,--on this music?