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From: | Grace Correa |
Subject: | [Cwriter-fr] large-scale vague |
Date: | Thu, 7 Sep 2006 17:19:52 -0500 |
To the music ofthe trams booming he whispered the
seven completed stanzas of hispoem. They hesitated outside a rather low-looking pub
called the Bird inHand.
It is not easy to make love in a cold climate
whenyou have no money. How stupid it is, the way we quarrel, isnt it
Gordon?
Oh, well, well just order bread and cheese and
beer.
They were so happy together that they had got to
kiss. They were so happy together that they had got to kiss.
Weve walked all the way from Farnham
Common.
The waiter had come back with a flyblown printed
menu.
Rosemary remembered the way now that they had got
to FarnhamCommon. She thought him perverse, unreasonable, cruel.
He slipped behindRosemary as they walked, so that
she should not see his lined,colourless face. Look at my face, look atthese clothes
Im wearing, look at everything else about me. Gordon and Rosemary looked tired and
dirty, and they knewit.
Why cant you look after yourself properly? They
walked on hand in hand, swishing through the drycoppery leaves that had drifted into
the ruts.
He said in the same casual tone as before:It WOULD
be rather fun. Gordon went to the top of theTottenham Court Road and took the
tram.
They had nowhere to go, except the open
air.
Five bob he might manage, and Julia would lend
himfive; GIVE him five, that was. Presently they came out of the wooded
area.
Alltheir lovemaking was done in such
places.
He was being horribly unfair, and he knew
it.
Presently Gordon came level withRosemary. Also she
hadabsorbed into her very bones the code of fair play and live-and-let-live. With
aninsistent gesture, angrily and yet demanding to be loved, shepressed her breast
against him.
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