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156 * ʨʰʥʥˌ ʩʩʥʥʣˌʸʡ ʨʩʬʡ ʨʰʥʥˌ ʸʲʣ . ʯʬˋʥʥʷ ʨʰʦʩʥʨ ʩʥʥ ʬʲʤ ʨʹʩʥʸ ʱˋʢ ʩʣ . ˋʸˌʷ ʯʥʠ ʡʩʥʨʹʰʥʦ ʯʥ˦ ʳʩʥʸˋ ʯʸʲ‫˦ٷ‬ ʯʲʮʩʥʥʹ ʱʲ ʯʬ . ʱʲʰʩʸʨʩʥʥ — ʯʬʩʩʤ ʲʷʩʣʰʲʮˋʬ˦ . ʯʬˋ˦ʸʲʱˋʥʥ ʨʲʮˋʱ ʯ˦ʩʨ ʯʥ˦ , ʬʩʷ ʯʥʠ ʸʲʥʥʹ ʱʰʣ‫ٷ‬ʦ . ʬʩʸʣˋʷ ʯʫʲʬʣʰʲʮʥʠ ʯʩʠ ʯʹʨʰʲʮ ʯʥʠ ʯʬˋ˦ʸˋ˦ ˒ʥʥ ʯʸʲʥʥ ʯʥʠ ʪʩʦ ʯʲʰʲʢʲʢˋʡ . ʱ ʯʥʠ ' ʯʢʩʥʠ ʯʫʥʦ , ʯʲʢʰʩʦ ʯʢʩʥʠ , ʯʫˋʬ , ʨʫˋʣ ʸʩʮ ʸʲʡˌ , ʯʫˋʦ ʲʬˋ ʯʲʩʰʷ ʱʲ . ʬʡ ʨʰʩʥʥ ʸʲʣ ʨʩʬʡ ʩʥ , ʯʬˋ˦ ʱʰʨˌʹ ʲʩʥʬʡ . ʯʬˋʸʨʹ ʲʶʸˋʥʥʹ ʲʢʰˋʬ ʳʩʥʠ ‫ٷ‬ʡʸˋ˦ ʸˋʷ ˋ ʨʩʬ˦ ʱʲ . ʣʸʲʥʥʹ ˋ ʩʥʥ ʬʮʩʤ ʯʩʠ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʠ ʪʩʦ ʨʣ‫ٷ‬ʰʹ ʲʮˋʬʷʲʸ ˋ . ʯʫʸˌʹ ʯʲʮʩʨʹ ʯʥʠ , ʪʩʦ ʯʹʥʷ , ʨʸʲʤʸʲʣ ʨʩʰ ʩʠ ˌʩ ʩʠ , ʯʬˋʸʩ˝ʱ ʲʷʩʨʫʩʬ ʩʥʥ ʳʩʥʸˋ ʪʩʦ ʯʲʬʷʩʥʥ ʯʥʠ . ʥʠ ʯʥʠ ʯʫʥʦ ʯʢʩ , ʯʲʢʰʩʦ ʯʢʩʥʠ , ʯʫˋʬ . ʨʫˋʣ ʸʩʮ ʸʲʡˌ , ʯʸʲʩʥʸʨ ˋ ʦʩʠ ʱʲ , ʯʫˋʥʥ ʲʨʶʲʬ ʱˌʣ ʦʩʠ ʱʲ , ʣʸʲ ʸʲʣ ʨʩʮ ʯʲʰʲʢʲʦʲʢ ʯʥ˦ ʤʲʹ ʲʨʶʲʬ ʩʣ . 157 BROADWAY EVENING Evening blossoms. The street rushes bright as a thousand springs. Fires float up from the sundust and coral. Shop windows—flaming caverns, waterfalls of densest velvet, silk heavy and cool. And people in an unending quadrille meet each other and disappear. Eyes searching, eyes singing, laughing, but to me it seems all things are kneeling. Blue shadows fall. The wind blossoms blue. A car rushes by in long black streaks. A billboard cuts into the sky like a sword. Voices rustle, kiss, either heard or not and spin upward like bright spirals. Eyes searching, eyes singing, laughing. But for me it is a grieving, it is the last watch, the last hour of parting from the earth. ...

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