December 2007
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The Insusceptibles
Then the long sunlight lying on the sea Fell, folded gold on gold; and slowly we Took up our decks of cards, our parasols, The picnic hamper and the sandblown shawls And climbed the dunes in silence. There were two Who lagged behind as lovers sometimes do, And took a different road. For us the night Was final, and by artificial light We came indoors to sleep. No envy there Of those who might be...
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Sunday Afternoon
After the First Communion and the banqet of mangoes and bridal cake, the young daughters of the coffee merchant lay down for a long siesta, and their white dresses lay beside them in quietness and the white veils floated In their dreams as the flies buzzed. But as the afternoon burned to a close they rose and ran about the neighbourhood among the halfbuilt villas alive, alive, kicking a...