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Mexican Quarter

And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering, Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogs Scratching their mangy backs: Half-naked children are running about, Women puff cigarettes in black doorways, Crickets are crying. Men slouch sullenly Into the shadows. Behind a hedge of cactus, The smell of a dead horse Mingles with the smell of tamales frying.


 * And a girl in a black lace shawl

Sits in a rickety chair by the square of unglazed window, And sees the explosion of the stars Fiercely poised on the velvet sky. And she seems humming to herself: "Stars, if I could reach you (You are so very clear that it seems as if I could reach you), I would give you all to the Madonna's image On the gray plastered altar behind the paper flowers, So that Juan would come back to me, And we could live again those lazy burning hours, Forgetting the tap of my fan and my sharp words. And I would only keep four of you—