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Young Irony
WhenIwaselevenmotherwent—wentmad—starkravingcrazy.WewereinVienna—"
Allthewaybackshetalkedhaltinglyaboutherself,andAmory’slovewanedslowlywiththemoon.Atherdoortheystartedfromhabittokissgoodnight,butshecouldnotrunintohisarms,norweretheystretchedtomeetherasintheweekbefore.Foraminutetheystoodthere,hatingeachotherwithabittersadness.ButasAmoryhadlovedhimselfinEleanor,sonowwhathehatedwasonlyamirror.Theirposeswerestrewnaboutthepaledawnlikebrokenglass.Thestarswerelonggoneandtherewereleftonlythelittlesighinggustsofwindandthesilencesbetween...butnakedsoulsarepoorthingsever,andsoonheturnedhomewardandletnewlightscomeinwiththesun.
APOEMTHATELEANORSENTAMORYSEVERALYEARSLATER
"Here,Earth-born,overtheliltofthewater,
Lispingitsmusicandbearingaburdenoflight,
Bosomingdayasalaughingandradiantdaughter...
Herewemaywhisperunheard,unafraidofthenight.
Walkingalone...wasitsplendor,orwhat,wewereboundwith,
Deepinthetimewhensummerletsdownherhair?
Shadowswelovedandthepatternstheycoveredthegroundwith
Tapestries,mystical,faintinthebreathlessair.
Thatwastheday...
