THREE
VIII
will out of the kindness of their hearts a few philoso-
phers tell me
what am i doing on top of this hill at Calchidas, in the
sunlight?
down ever so far on the beach below me a little girl in
white spins,tumbles; rolling in sand.
across this water,crowding tints:browns and whites
shoving,the dotting millions of windows of thou-
sands of houses—Lisboa. Like the crackle of a
typewriter,in the afternoon sky.
goats and sheep are driven by somebody along a curve
of road which eats into a pink cliff back and up
leaning out of yellowgreen water.
they are building a house down there by the sea,in the
afternoon.
rapidly a reddish ant travels my fifth finger.
a bird chirps in a tree,somewhere nowhere
and a little girl in white is tumbling
in sand
in sand Clouds over
me are like bridegrooms
Naked and luminous
Naked and luminous (here the absurd I; life, to peer
Naked and luminous and wear clothes. i am alto-
Naked and luminous gether foolish, i suddenly
Naked and luminous make a fist out of ten fin-
Naked and luminous gers
voices rise from down ever so far—
hush.
hush. Sunlight,
hush. Sunlight, there are old men behind me I tell
hush. Sunlight, there you; several,incredible,sleepy
