Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race—guides and rosaries,

I saw three ships go sailing by,
Over the sea, the lifting sea,
And the wind rose in the morning s
And one was rigged for a long jour
The first ship turned towards the

My mother, who hates thunder storm
Holds up each summer day and shake
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape—dark clouds are lurking t
But when the August weather break

About twenty years ago
Two girls came in where I worked—
A bosomy English rose
And her friend in specs I could t
Faces in those days sparked

Once I am sure there’s nothing go
I step inside, letting the door th
Another church: matting, seats, an
And little books; sprawlings of fl
For Sunday, brownish now; some br

That note you hold, narrowing and
Like New Orleans reflected on the
And in all ears appropriate falseh
Building for some a legendary Qua
Of balconies, flower—baskets and q

Rain patters on a sea that tilts a
Fast-running floors, collapsing in
Tower suddenly, spray-haired. Con
A wave drops like a wall: another
Wilting and scrambling, tirelessly

In frames as large as rooms that f
And block the ends of streets with
Screen graves with custard, cover
Of motor—oil and cuts of salmon, s
Perpetually these sharply—pictured

A stationary sense... as, I suppo
I shall have, till my single body
Inaccurate, tired;
Then I shall start to feel the ba
Take over, sickening and masterful

Marrying left yor maiden name disu
Its five light sounds no longer me
Your voice, and all your variants
For since you were so thankfully c
By law with someone else, you cann