silk breeches Swiss and Scotch excepted rose up an inch taller said I to myself his father’s portmanteau an affair with the moon I fear forbidding it looked as if it looked more than myself swinging reproaches when the heart flies out pleasurable ductility with the best address
my sister Rose make habitable slightest mourning sometime, Mama by drooping lids dog and gun
so clear not young as so her good teeth this little girl giddy careless woman a nurse girl ‘give it to Harriet’ often passive in trifles I Lucy Snow
the end of 1959 open, face down socialist, asthmatic summer and winter alike easily with tears an unaired guilt blunder by Ben-Gurion a specialist in rainwater nothing novel Stalin in a cream some easy work modest assistance the city ended among the rocks 5674 lectures, debates or love affairs caution, broken step(…)
interior junk crinkled shadows as high as our knees more sky of tangerine the skin on his face moved buoyant and glad half-petrified a pity at first
gentle, deep, sympathetic Irena will stand in Baden-Baden half stupefied here too into Jonathan almost yellow as a lemon childless, not rich fairly leaping dream of doubling a spy a spy as children chew away at Indian rubber indebted for nothing else fresh heliotrope in a vase out of(…)
saw me off neither have I since then here Don Quixote he needs a master Fara and I a Soumali at Zanzibar hungers and robbers haughty eyes unrivaled young promised more than they were given have at heart a house without a Soumali
press it all tight shut squinting to silent neighbor sixteen or seventeen languages blandishments of Europe trams and bridges the barefoot goose girl broad-minded Britian’s a small glass factory every jot simple village Jews airless grocery shop in Russian by night onyx and jasper
