Page 48 from Issue 80 Leopardi's La sera del di di Festa A few bedroom lights. The moon ... today's alcohol flush, the shadow-twitch of too much dancing, dreaming back to implausible grins pimply ... ;#039;re watching yourself smile in that dream. I'm down here, shrill as always, counting off days in my ...

coming home early, pulling taffy from yesterday's earware. Not even the body is really built on ... the rest-sloping under Annalise's hammock.-c-seeing, calm as a wheel.-c-listening for the ... anything big as the blanket concept lost in high grass, say, people. A disease waited millions of years ...

I lost myself in sleep. And only then did my tears come to an end." I'm a phenomenon at ... "The moon woke you." But she didn't catch on. She pulled me into bed and we made love ... Orpheus&;#039; lyre I lamented gently to myself that another love may push you away, till lifted by sweet wings ...

over to him, disengaging the animals from the wagons they pulled as if they had come not only to a sort ... grief. Perhaps he needed me. Perhaps I needed him. "I tried to enter his dreams. He had no ... dreams. He slept like someone napping. I don't mean fitfully, I don't mean lightly-maybe ...

one whole year I've traveled through the dream towns, I don't know, maybe ... I'm only a dead man who hammers at his box of suffocation, I don't know if one might call to ... when it is a year of dreams and forgetting. 10 They didn't reproach me at all: if I have been ...