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Date Posted: 00:31:54 09/30/04 Thu
Author: "Ah Clem"
Author Host/IP: 69.149.107.225
Subject: gutters
In reply to: TSE 's message, "Portrait continued" on 16:09:30 09/23/04 Thu

2 : a white space formed by the adjoining inside margins of two facing pages (as of a book)
:)
or

3 : the lowest or most vulgar level or condition of human life
thinking about the smile of holding a treasured book

>The October night comes down; returning as before
>Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
>        85
>I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
>And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
>“And so you are going abroad; and when do you return?
>But that’s a useless question.
>You hardly know when you are coming back,         90
>You will find so much to learn.”
>My smile falls heavily among the bric-à-brac.
> 
>“Perhaps you can write to me.”
>My self-possession flares up for a second;
>This is as I had reckoned.         95
>“I have been wondering frequently of late
>(But our beginnings never know our ends!)
>Why we have not developed into friends.”
>I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
>Suddenly, his expression in a glass.         100
>My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark.
> 
>“For everybody said so, all our friends,
>They all were sure our feelings would relate
>So closely! I myself can hardly understand.
>We must leave it now to fate.         105
>You will write, at any rate.
>Perhaps it is not too late.
>I shall sit here, serving tea to friends.”
> 
>And I must borrow every changing shape
>To find expression … dance, dance         110
>Like a dancing bear,
>Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
>Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance—
> 
>Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,
>Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
>        115
>Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand
>With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
>Doubtful, for a while
>Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
>Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon…
>        120
>Would she not have the advantage, after all?
>This music is successful with a “dying fall”
>Now that we talk of dying—
>And should I have the right to smile?

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