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20 Close your eyes, Sky grows down, one petal p.36; from 55 Poems 1923-1935. |
21 O sleep, the sky goes down behind the poplars, p.36; from 55 Poems 1923-1935. |
23 All my days -- Sun and death stir, and death's p.37; from 55 Poems 1923-1935. |
28 Red varnish Of cello Scroll before Breaks the With wide Their music Pit, weather Which plagues Of waves Spear air, The sea -- |
It -- a Ranged over Ribs pervade Measures the Wet frosting, Opens nothing, No! Lips An assumed Crowds! Blue -- Tones sound -- Stops sing pp.41-42; from 55 Poems 1923-1935. |
1 I walked out, before Blue sealed glasses Further: p.85; from Anew 1935-1944. |
"che di lor suona se nella tua vita" -- The comma in line 1 of this poem is meant as a pause in the expectancy of the dream. Perhaps the capital B of "Break," after the opening quotes of line 2, gives the feeling of some unexpected person taking part in one's expected activity: I was aware in the dream that I was writing as poem and also aware of verses by others.--The word "bay" is what I could reconstruct later from the feeling of the action in the dream, as I moved from place to place, and should convey something of all the meanings of the word "bay":red-brown, the laurel wreath, a bay horse, a deep bark or cry, a window-bay, a large space in a barn for storage as of hay or fodder, the state of being kept at a standstill, but more specifically two meanings that seemed to include all the others, they are, an arm of the sea and a recess of low land between hills. --The "glasses of preserves" were sealed with white wax. --The waters teemed like flood waters, but perhaps this is an afterthought. They were certainly falls, tons of them off the side, on a curve, and nearly on the level of the ramp, and the ramp seemed to be running away at the curve. --When I awoke the exact words of the poem I dreamt were lost, but those I wrote down still seemed to follow on the events of the dream. Later, that morning, Dante's "which sounds of them, up in that life of thine" seemed an appropriate explanation. p. 113, Notes |
22 Miserable Catullus, stop being foolish Yes, those days glowed. pp. 97-98; from Anew 1935-1944. |
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