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APRIL
5
.
Wild
spring
.
Scudding
clouds
.
O
life
!
Dark
stream
of
swirling
bogwater
on
which
apple-trees
have
cast
down
their
delicate
flowers
.
Eyes
of
girls
among
the
leaves
.
Girls
demure
and
romping
.
All
fair
or
auburn
:
no
dark
ones
.
They
blush
better
.
Houpla
!
APRIL
6
.
Certainly
she
remembers
the
past
.
Lynch
says
all
women
do
.
Then
she
remembers
the
time
of
her
childhood
--
and
mine
,
if
I
was
ever
a
child
.
The
past
is
consumed
in
the
present
and
the
present
is
living
only
because
it
brings
forth
the
future
.
Statues
of
women
,
if
Lynch
be
right
,
should
always
be
fully
draped
,
one
hand
of
the
woman
feeling
regretfully
her
own
hinder
parts
.
APRIL
6
,
LATER
.
Michael
Robartes
remembers
forgotten
beauty
and
,
when
his
arms
wrap
her
round
,
he
presses
in
his
arms
the
loveliness
which
has
long
faded
from
the
world
.
Not
this
.
Not
at
all
.
I
desire
to
press
in
my
arms
the
loveliness
which
has
not
yet
come
into
the
world
.
APRIL
10
.
Faintly
,
under
the
heavy
night
,
through
the
silence
of
the
city
which
has
turned
from
dreams
to
dreamless
sleep
as
a
weary
lover
whom
no
caresses
move
,
the
sound
of
hoofs
upon
the
road
.
Not
so
faintly
now
as
they
come
near
the
bridge
;
and
in
a
moment
,
as
they
pass
the
darkened
windows
,
the
silence
is
cloven
by
alarm
as
by
an
arrow
.
They
are
heard
now
far
away
,
hoofs
that
shine
amid
the
heavy
night
as
gems
,
hurrying
beyond
the
sleeping
fields
to
what
journey
's
end
--
what
heart
?
--
bearing
what
tidings
?
APRIL
11
.
Read
what
I
wrote
last
night
.
Vague
words
for
a
vague
emotion
.
Would
she
like
it
?
I
think
so
.
Then
I
should
have
to
like
it
also
.
APRIL
13
.
That
tundish
has
been
on
my
mind
for
a
long
time
.
I
looked
it
up
and
find
it
English
and
good
old
blunt
English
too
.
Damn
the
dean
of
studies
and
his
funnel
!
What
did
he
come
here
for
to
teach
us
his
own
language
or
to
learn
it
from
us
.
Damn
him
one
way
or
the
other
!
APRIL
14
.
John
Alphonsus
Mulrennan
has
just
returned
from
the
west
of
Ireland
.
European
and
Asiatic
papers
please
copy
.
He
told
us
he
met
an
old
man
there
in
a
mountain
cabin
.
Old
man
had
red
eyes
and
short
pipe
.
Old
man
spoke
Irish
.
Mulrennan
spoke
Irish
.
Then
old
man
and
Mulrennan
spoke
English
.
Mulrennan
spoke
to
him
about
universe
and
stars
.
Old
man
sat
,
listened
,
smoked
,
spat
.
Then
said
:
--
Ah
,
there
must
be
terrible
queer
creatures
at
the
latter
and
of
the
world
.
