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As when | ||
through darkness and mist | ||
the pole-bringer | ||
am convinced that demandingly watches | ||
I thinkXXXXX these things are of some importance. | ![]() |
Firstly, it is a preparing to go outward | ||
Of no planet limiting the enjoyment | ||
Of motion--hips free of embarrassment etc. |
The figure 8 is a perfect symbol | ||
Of the freedom to be gained in this kind of activity | ||
The perspective lines of the barn are another and different kind of example | ||
(Viz."Rigg's Farm, near Aysgarth, Wensleydale", or the "Sketch at Norton") | ![]() | |
In which we escape ourselves--putrefying mass of prevarications etc.-- | ||
In remaining close to the limitations imposed. |
Another example is this separate dying | ||
Still keeping in mind the coachmen, servant girls, duchesses, etc. (cf. Jeremy Taylor) | ||
Falling away, rhythm of too-wet snow, but parallel | ||
With the kind of rhythm substituting for "meaning." |
Looked at from this angle the problem of death and survival | ||
Ages slightly. For the solutions are millionfold, like waves of wild geese returning | ![]() | |
Scarcely we know where to turn to avoid suffering, I mean {in} spring | ![]() | |
There are so many places. | ||
As a man will leave his wife |
The question of separation--"corps et biens"--is rapidly answered | ||
By movement, parallel, unwinding movement, in the nicest sense. | ||
It is the balance between strings and winds, between winds and percussion, that provides the overture. |
So, coachman-servile, or scullion-slatternly, but each place is taken. | ![]() |
The lines that draw nearer together are said to "vanish." | ||
The point where they meet is their vanishing point. |
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Parallel lines, as they recede, vanish to a point. | ![]() | |
Horizontal, receding lines, if they are below the level of the eyes, appear to rise. | ![]() | |
Horizontal, receding lines, if they are above the level of the eyes, appear to descend | ![]() |
Spaces, as they recede, appear to become smaller. |
But another, more urgent question imposes itesleXXXXXX itself--that of poverty. | ![]() | |
How to excuse it to oneself? The wetness and coldness? Dirt and grime? | ||
Uncomfortable, unsuitablemXlodgings, with a depressing view? | ![]() | |
The peeled geranium flowering in a rusted tomato can, | ||
Framed in a sickly ray of sunlight, a tragic chromo? |
A broken mirror nailed up over a chipped enamel basin, whose turgid waters | ||
Reflect the fly-specked calendar--with ecstatic Dutch girl clasping tulips-- | ||
On the far wall. Hanging from one nail, an hoXXld old velvet hat with a tattered bit of veiling--last remnant of former finery. | ![]() | |
The bed well-made. The whole place scrupulously made clean, but cold and damp. | ![]() |
All this, wedged into a pyramidal ray of light, is my own invention. |