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You guys I’m in such a reading slump this year

‘But I was not always kind, or patient, or careful, as I am. Hey, Lillia Lillia, hey Lillialou. But his face changes. He sees her—What happened to you? he asks. She walks among the eyes—like a wraith—She sent herself away, is that it? Maybe she’s only staying away for a while—But not forever. There’s a bridge across the Golden Gate—Wait for me—I follow—into the dark, into the fog. The branches of the rhododendrons—’

‘No use playing for low stakes—From the moment—in Oxford—all seems so plain & clear. Everything in the world, all life at once—body &—mind. All —promises kept. & all—promises broken. In love you stake it all—That’s what I fear for her, maybe—she won’t amount to anything, won’t come to be who she is. What woman ever did? Not many. Lily silly Lily—don’t go down—come up, look up. You’re not the first girl–nor the last—’

‘—got down on—knees to free the lilies—women should be the undertakers; or maybe not. An image—Dickens—in her mind—women cackling, gambling, heartless, appropriate—I don’t understand the triumph people take in telling about seeing ghosts, like they—outwitted common sense—But the messages still came—I said we had the same name—She said she had another name, before. Whatever is to come, I love. This is why I was born—’