from After Swann
4
since we had begun
what sorrow complain
no one else was in the room
kindly
the pleasure of feeling
stiff and dazzling
but without noise
she
went upstairs
late to fetch
nothing wonderful
but wretched little twigs
any calamity
is not so precious
sell it to us
the earliest happenings of the day
mysterious
formidable
and faint
a pennyworth of salt
a likely story
6
I know a window
a violet bell
I have long lost
the farther, descending
resemblance
astray
will seek my way again
fantastic indifference
the necessary thing
open sky, like this
a mantle
yawning
at the very end of day
the first to come
its slender, allegorical body
suggesting at once
as into a stereoscope
-taste of the pleasure which it offered me
7
an awkward time
red carnations
laughter
and the sound of shutting doors
the same plate
was always there
a pink silk
and not
obliged to speak
telling me
tracing a line
for this
the pearly necklace
so simple
and recognizable form
the hidden truth of a scandal
transferrable dreams
so in the same way
gratitude
seized and raised
the word a kind of
question
a perfect
‘blue’ in the morning