First turn to me after a shower, you come inside me sideways as always in the morning you ask me to be on top of you, then we take a nap, we’re late for school you arrive at night inspired and drunk, there is no reason for our clothes we take a bath and lie […]

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I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of whom as yet nothing that I know of has ever been written:—I mean the law-copyists or scriveners. I […]

I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of whom as yet nothing that I know of has ever been written:—I mean the law-copyists or scriveners. I […]

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I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of whom as yet nothing that I know of has ever been written:—I mean the law-copyists or scriveners. I […]

I IT was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady with a little dog. Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov, who had by then been a fortnight at Yalta, and so was fairly at home there, had begun to take an interest in new arrivals. Sitting in Verney’s pavilion, he saw, walking on the […]

I I see the boys of summer in their ruinLay the gold tithings barren,Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;There in their heat the winter floodsOf frozen loves they fetch their girls,And drown the cargoed apples in their tides. These boys of light are curdlers in their folly,Sour the boiling honey;The jacks of frost […]

I make a trip to each clock in the apartment:Some hands point histrionically one wayAnd some point others, from the ignorant faces.Time is an Etoile; the hours divergeSo much that days are journeys round the suburbs,Circles surrounding stars, overlapping circles.The short, half-tone scale of winter weathersIs a spread pigeon’s wing.Winter lives under a pigeon’s wing, […]