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| As we pick up a lemon colored light horizontally | ||
| Projected into the night, the night that heaven | ||
| Was kind enough to send, and I launch into the happiest dreams, | ||
| Happier once again, because tomorrow is already here. |
| Yet certain kernels remain. Clouds that drift past sheds-- | ||
| Read it in the official bulletin. We shan't be putting out today. | ||
| The old stove smoked worse than ever because rain was coming down its chimney. | ||
| Only the bleary eye of fog accosted one through the mended pane. |
| Outside, the swamp water lapped the broken wood step. | ||
| Nearby aA rowboat was moored in the alligator-infested swamp. |  | |
| Somewhere, from deep in the interior of the jungle, a groan was heard. | ||
| Could it be...? Anyway, a rainy day--wet weather. |
| The whole voyage will have to be cancelled. | ||
| It would be impossible to make different connections. | ||
| Anyway the hotels are all full at this season. The junks packed with refugees | ||
| Returning from the islands. Sea-bream and flounder abound in the muddied waters... |
| They in fact represent the backbone of the island economy. | ||
| That, and cigar rolling. Please leave your papers at the desk as you pass out, | ||
| You know. "The Wedding March." Ah yes, that's the way. The couple descend | ||
| The steps of the little old church. Ribbons are flung, ribbons of cloud |
| And the sun seems to be coming out. But there have been so many false alarms... | ||
| No, it's happened! The storm is over. Again the weather is fine and clear. | ||
| And the voyage? It's on! Listen everybody, the ship is starting, | ||
| I can hear its whistle's roar! We have just time enough to make it to the dock! |
| And away they pour, in the sulfurous sunlight, | ||
| To the aqua and silver waters where stands the glistening white ship | ||
| And into the great vessel they pour, flood, a motley and happy crowd | | |
| Chanting and pouring down hymns on the surface of the ocean... |
| Pulling, tugging us along with them, by means of streamers, | ||
| Golden and silver confetti. Smiling, we laugh and sing with the revelers | ||
| But are not quite certain that we want to go--the dock is so sunny and warm. | ||
| That majestic ship will pull up anchor who knows where? |
| And full of laughter and tears, we sidle once again with the other passengers. | ||
| The ground is heaving under foot. Is it the ship? It could be the dock... | ||
| And with a great whoosh all the sails go up... Hideous black smoke belches forth from the funnels | ||
| Smudging the gold carnival costumes with the gaiety of its jet-black soot |
