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Sleeping Wrestler You are a murderer No you are not, but really a wrestler Either way it's just the same For from the ring of your entangled body Clean as leather, lustful as a lily Will nail me down On your stout neck like a column, like a pillar of tendons The thoughtful forehead (In fact, it's thinking nothing) When the forehead slowly moves and closes the heavy eyelids Inside, a dark forest awakens A forest of red parrots Seven almonds and grape leaves At the end of the forest a vine Covers the house where two boys Lie in each others arms: I'm one of them, you the other In the house, melancholy and terrible anxiety Outside the keyhole, a sunset Dyed with the blood of the beautiful bullfighter Escamillo Scorched by the sunset, headlong, headfirst Falling, falling, a gymnast If you're going to open your eyes, nows the time, wrestler ↗
I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood laid in my bosom, a half-idiot clasped in my arms, and to remember that I had made of this my equal- nay, my idol- to know that I must pass the rest of my dreary life with a creature incapable of understanding what I said, of appreciating what I thought, or of sympathising with what I felt! ↗
Order and reason, beauty and benevolence, are characteristics and conceptions which we find solely associated with the mind of man. ↗
Can you say those words and not like it? Don't it bring to you a magnificent picture of the pristine world, - great seas and other skies, - a world of accentuated crises, that sloughed off age after age, and rose fresher from each plunge? Don't you see, or long to see, that mysterious magic tree out of whose pores oozed this fine solidified sunshine? What leaf did it have? What blossom? What great wind shivered its branches? Was it a giant on a lonely coast, or thick low growth blistered in ravines and dells? That's the witchery of amber, - that it has no cause, - that all the world grew to produce it, maybe, - died and gave no other sign, - that its tree, which must have been beautiful, dropped all its fruits, and how bursting with juice must they have been - ↗
Then, when the stars came out, Ma took out her fiddle. We all quieted down while she tuned the strings, and I got the funniest feeling. I felt as if I was looking at everyone from far away in space, or maybe even in time. They all looked so beautiful sitting in the darkness of the woods under the stars. Their faces were pink and warm and happy in the firelight. I felt perfectly happy and perfectly sad all at the same time, and tears came into my eyes. ↗
