Волны

           Alsothepompandtheindifferenceandtheemphasis,alwaysonthewrongplace,ofpeopleholdingforthunderchandeliersinfulleveningdress,wearingstarsanddecorations.Somesprayinahedge,though,orasunsetoveraflatwinterfield,oragainthewaysomeoldwomansits,armsakimbo,inanomnibuswithabasket--thosewepointatfortheothertolookat.Itissovastanalleviationtobeabletopointforanothertolookat.Andthennottotalk.Tofollowthedarkpathsofthemindandenterthepast,tovisitbooks,tobrushasidetheirbranchesandbreakoffsomefruit.Andyoutakeitandmarvel,asItakethecarelessmovementsofyourbodyandmarvelatitsease,itspower--howyouflingopenwindowsandaredexterouswithyourhands.Foralas!mymindisalittleimpeded,itsoontires;Ifalldamp,perhapsdisgusting,atthegoal.

           ’Alas!IcouldnotrideaboutIndiainasunhelmetandreturntoabungalow.Icannottumble,asyoudo,likehalf-nakedboysonthedeckofaship,squirtingeachotherwithhose-pipes.Iwantthisfire,Iwantthischair.Iwantsomeonetositbesidemeaftertheday’spursuitandallitsanguish,afteritslistenings,anditswaitings,anditssuspicions.AfterquarrellingandreconciliationIneedprivacy--tobealonewithyou,tosetthishubbubinorder.ForIamasneatasacatinmyhabits.Wemustopposethewasteanddeformityoftheworld,itscrowdseddyingroundandrounddisgorgedandtrampling.