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MAGINNI
:
(
Clipclaps
glovesilent
hands
.
)
Carré
!
Avant
deux
!
Breathe
evenly
!
Balance
!
(
The
morning
and
noon
hours
waltz
in
their
places
,
turning
,
advancing
to
each
other
,
shaping
their
curves
,
bowing
visavis
.
Cavaliers
behind
them
arch
and
suspend
their
arms
,
with
hands
descending
to
,
touching
,
rising
from
their
shoulders
.
)
HOURS
:
You
may
touch
my
.
CAVALIERS
:
May
I
touch
your
?
HOURS
:
O
,
but
lightly
!
CAVALIERS
:
O
,
so
lightly
!
THE
PIANOLA
:
My
little
shy
little
lass
has
a
waist
.
(
Zoe
and
Stephen
turn
boldly
with
looser
swing
.
The
twilight
hours
advance
from
long
landshadows
,
dispersed
,
lagging
,
languideyed
,
their
cheeks
delicate
with
cipria
and
false
faint
bloom
.
They
are
in
grey
gauze
with
dark
bat
sleeves
that
flutter
in
the
land
breeze
.
)
