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Show SIGHT-SEER The evening's sluggish process!on-- the fish stalls are closing up along the quays, the fountains sift down their watery light and heavy gulls drift in sideways from the sea... It's quiet here. Across the street a local bride just drew back the curtains in the hotel window, her hair still flecked with bluets and crocus petals. In the morning she passed by in a veil; now, the veil is folded in a hatbox. And for the rest of the morning, as though not to be outdone by ceremony, the sun kept breaking through the stormclouds, igniting the rain-puddles and lifting a thin blue rubble above the esplanade. And beneath the streets I could hear the sump-pumps still drawing at the terminals: it was as if someone were lying there below me in the dark, in a darkness which rose and fell as with a doubled heart. Under such an illusion, how could I help but think I was never so far apart from anything as now... There were olive leaves strewn along the wet streets, and now and then the rustling of clothes. |