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  memory playing the clown— three vague, meaningless girls full of smells and the rustling sound of cloth rubbing on cloth and little slippers on carpet— high-school French spoken in a loud voice!

Parsley in a glass, still and shining, brings me back. I take my drink and yawn deliciously. I am ready for bed. 

DANSE RUSSE

If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,— if I in my north room danse naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: “I am lonely, lonely. 