[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 67]
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23-XII-14
|Odd…|
The straight street lies before me
This way and that way trod
And lo! ‘tis another thing suddenly…
A sudden {…} mystery
That starts up out of God.
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|The houses, the parents, the doors…
Stare at me not of depths
All is strange like the floors
Of a palace {…}|
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This street and its houses clear
Is not right through Divine…
Quarried not of my fear
Of what is ever too near
To the soul’s immense shine.
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Suddenly all stars far
And up in some clouds like a dream…
And a lust like of sense to war
Summons me to be aware
Of me everything other but seem…
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Windows that look on the street…
Pavements not strength to their end…
Thy triple and weigh and meet
Beneath my[1] drive, sweetly feet
With which I trod mystery’s trend
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[67v]
She and the influence on my soul…
God answers more the glance and lips
Than in life to our fringe and tips…
Then the held sunflower becomes all
And her face becomes one with it
How is the sunflower and itself yet.
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That winds locked doors.
No footstep in the flowers
No wind near the noise
The river found flowers…
And all this and all these
Colour, clear not in snows
On the hills if ever throes
Are beyond all this trees.
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Dim landscape, up slow hour…
{…} fond flower
Lips started with not kissing
And desiring till saying
The half highest in the †
Is something to come
To arise arrive from the south
Upon our {…} are not doubt
To arrive with feeling torn
But to † of the morn.
[67ar]
2
All becomes ruin and night
And yet starts at clear as e’er…
So all lies in a not light[2]
Under my eyes’ new sight
And my storm (at it) is an empty star…
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Then all triples up to the left
And beneath a wall near to me…
And all my sense of things is wept
At of by myself, elect
In tone by mystery.
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And street and windows and all
Become a story o’er my head…
Something half dream and half pall.
And I have all † and pall
And night falls into my dread.
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Then I † all to again
The world and its light †
|The joy and seeing as all men|
Over the apes eyes fair
And sings at[3] my unconsciousness.
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[1] my /the\
[2] light /right\
[3] sings at /knives\
