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He
counted
the
creases
of
rucked
leather
wherein
another
’
s
foot
had
nested
warm
.
The
foot
that
beat
the
ground
in
tripudium
,
foot
I
dislove
.
But
you
were
delighted
when
Esther
Osvalt
’
s
shoe
went
on
you
:
girl
I
knew
in
Paris
.
Tiens
,
quel
petit
pied
!
Staunch
friend
,
a
brother
soul
:
Wilde
’
s
love
that
dare
not
speak
its
name
.
His
arm
:
Cranly
’
s
arm
.
He
now
will
leave
me
.
And
the
blame
?
As
I
am
.
As
I
am
.
All
or
not
at
all
.
In
long
lassoes
from
the
Cock
lake
the
water
flowed
full
,
covering
greengoldenly
lagoons
of
sand
,
rising
,
flowing
.
My
ashplant
will
float
away
.
I
shall
wait
.
No
,
they
will
pass
on
,
passing
,
chafing
against
the
low
rocks
,
swirling
,
passing
.
Better
get
this
job
over
quick
.
Listen
:
a
fourworded
wavespeech
:
seesoo
,
hrss
,
rsseeiss
,
ooos
.
Vehement
breath
of
waters
amid
seasnakes
,
rearing
horses
,
rocks
.
In
cups
of
rocks
it
slops
:
flop
,
slop
,
slap
:
bounded
in
barrels
.
And
,
spent
,
its
speech
ceases
.
It
flows
purling
,
widely
flowing
,
floating
foampool
,
flower
unfurling
.
Under
the
upswelling
tide
he
saw
the
writhing
weeds
lift
languidly
and
sway
reluctant
arms
,
hising
up
their
petticoats
,
in
whispering
water
swaying
and
upturning
coy
silver
fronds
.
Day
by
day
:
night
by
night
:
lifted
,
flooded
and
let
fall
.
Lord
,
they
are
weary
;
and
,
whispered
to
,
they
sigh
.
Saint
Ambrose
heard
it
,
sigh
of
leaves
and
waves
,
waiting
,
awaiting
the
fullness
of
their
times
,
diebus
ac
noctibus
iniurias
patiens
ingemiscit
.
To
no
end
gathered
;
vainly
then
released
,
forthflowing
,
wending
back
:
loom
of
the
moon
.
Weary
too
in
sight
of
lovers
,
lascivious
men
,
a
naked
woman
shining
in
her
courts
,
she
draws
a
toil
of
waters
.
Five
fathoms
out
there
.
Full
fathom
five
thy
father
lies
.
At
one
,
he
said
.
Found
drowned
.
High
water
at
Dublin
bar
.
Driving
before
it
a
loose
drift
of
rubble
,
fanshoals
of
fishes
,
silly
shells
.
A
corpse
rising
saltwhite
from
the
undertow
,
bobbing
a
pace
a
pace
a
porpoise
landward
.
There
he
is
.
Hook
it
quick
.
Pull
.
Sunk
though
he
be
beneath
the
watery
floor
.
We
have
him
.
Easy
now
.
Bag
of
corpsegas
sopping
in
foul
brine
.
A
quiver
of
minnows
,
fat
of
a
spongy
titbit
,
flash
through
the
slits
of
his
buttoned
trouserfly
.
God
becomes
man
becomes
fish
becomes
barnacle
goose
becomes
featherbed
mountain
.
Dead
breaths
I
living
breathe
,
tread
dead
dust
,
devour
a
urinous
offal
from
all
dead
.
Hauled
stark
over
the
gunwale
he
breathes
upward
the
stench
of
his
green
grave
,
his
leprous
nosehole
snoring
to
the
sun
.
A
seachange
this
,
brown
eyes
saltblue
.
Seadeath
,
mildest
of
all
deaths
known
to
man
.
Old
Father
Ocean
.
Prix
de
Paris
:
beware
of
imitations
.
Just
you
give
it
a
fair
trial
.
We
enjoyed
ourselves
immensely
.
Come
.
I
thirst
.
Clouding
over
.
No
black
clouds
anywhere
,
are
there
?
Thunderstorm
.
Allbright
he
falls
,
proud
lightning
of
the
intellect
,
Lucifer
,
dico
,
qui
nescit
occasum
.
No
.
My
cockle
hat
and
staff
and
hismy
sandal
shoon
.
Where
?
To
evening
lands
.
Evening
will
find
itself
.
He
took
the
hilt
of
his
ashplant
,
lunging
with
it
softly
,
dallying
still
.
Yes
,
evening
will
find
itself
in
me
,
without
me
.
All
days
make
their
end
.
By
the
way
next
when
is
it
Tuesday
will
be
the
longest
day
.
Of
all
the
glad
new
year
,
mother
,
the
rum
tum
tiddledy
tum
.
Lawn
Tennyson
,
gentleman
poet
.
Già
.
For
the
old
hag
with
the
yellow
teeth
And
Monsieur
Drumont
,
gentleman
journalist
.
Già
.
My
teeth
are
very
bad
.
Why
,
I
wonder
.
Feel
.
That
one
is
going
too
.
Shells
.
Ought
I
go
to
a
dentist
,
I
wonder
,
with
that
money
?
That
one
.
This
.
Toothless
Kinch
,
the
superman
.
Why
is
that
,
I
wonder
,
or
does
it
mean
something
perhaps
?
My
handkerchief
.
He
threw
it
.
I
remember
.
Did
I
not
take
it
up
?
