Capitolo 30
It made a break. . . and it wandered. . . made again a break; while her,
Made perplexed and tired, half told me I have to go,--
Half asked if I thought that I should go. . .
Well, April passed with a lot of other evenings,
Evenings like this, with later alone and more heat,
With violets always there, and fragrant curtains. . .
And she was right: and Miriam found out it. . .
And later this, when eight deep years had passed--
Or nine--we met once there more,--from accident. . .
But you/he/she had been as soon as it from accident, I wonder me,
Did it play this motive?--Or was thing, understood then? . . .
V. MELODY IN A RESTAURANT
The cigarette-smoke ago a slipknot to and it slips above of us,
Bathing and whirling as the passages of waiter;
You strike a match and fixed on the flame.
The small jumps of fire in Your eyes a moment,
And it decreases away as silently as it came.
This melody, you say, it has the certain voices--
They rises as nereids from a river, while singing,
You lift white faces, and you plunge again him to the obscurity.
Everywhere you go you it bears this river with you:
A leaf falls,--and it flows, and you have the pain.
Does it tell his motive then--but that that to me?
Thing to the waiter, as he pours Your coffee,
The violinist that softly it draws his/her arc?
That man that folds up by chance his/her paper the ode.
Thousand dreams turn and they fall and flow.
Of the one there is who sees a virgin advancing
Down marmoreal steps to a deep grave of roses:
To the last moment she lifts remembering eyes.
Green hit of leaves down. The place is checked with shades.
A murmur long-drawn pluvius goes down the skies.
It is oaks they are stripped and they are open, and it smokes with lightning:
It is clouds they are blown and you lacerate on tall forests,
And the great sea shakes its walls.
And then silence of falls. . . And through long falls of silence
This melody once more:
'Down steps without end she goes, as once before.'
Does it tell his motive then--but that that to me?
Which are I/you/they the worlds that I see?