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Cover Title Page Table of Contents Epigraph ARGUMENT PROLOGUE Binoculars In his hardening lenses Hagen is striding A mile away Pauline Hagen Again Mrs Westlake The scherzo But still the enraged In Estridge’s lens Lumb The Bridge Inn bar Doctor Westlake Mrs Holroyd Garten Maud Behind the bar Mrs Garten Estridge’s younger daughter Jennifer Dr Westlake Lumb Westlake’s grey Daimler Betty Garten Felicity Maud Mrs Davies The Alsatian Felicity Lumb Garten Lumb Garten Lumb’s eyes Garten Evans Maud Garten Maud Felicity The Cathedral Felicity Holroyd Estridge Estridge and Evans Garten Women Maud Lumb Maud In the bar at the Bridge Inn Lumb Estridge Maud The one glance Easy and strong EPILOGUE What will you make of half a man I hear your congregations at their rapture Who are you? At the top of my soul The lark sizzles in my ear I watched a wise beetle In a world where all is temporary Collision with the earth has finally come – Trying to be a leaf I heard the screech, sudden – Once I said lightly Music, that eats people The rain comes again This is the maneater’s skull I see the oak’s bride in the oak’s grasp She rides the earth The huntsmen, on top of their swaying horse-towers A primrose petal’s edge Waving goodbye, from your banked hospital bed I said goodbye to earth The swallow – rebuilding – The night wind, muscled with rain The viper fell from the sun A doctor extracted The coffin, spurred by its screws The grass-blade is not without Churches topple I know well The sun, like a cold kiss in the street – Sometimes it comes, a gloomy flap of lightning Having first given away pleasure – Looking for her form A man hangs on When the still-soft eyelid sank again The sea grieves all night long Hearing your moan echo, I chill. I shiver Faces lift out of the earth I skin the skin What steel was it the river poured Calves harshly parted from their mamas A bang – a burning – The dead man lies, marching here and there Every day the world gets simply Your tree – your oak Glare out of just crumpled grass – About the Author Copyright
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