h lightship； am I？ He stood suddenly； his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking soil。 Turn back。
Turning； he scanned the shore south； his feet sinking again slowly in new sockets。 The cold domed room of the tower waits。 Through the barbicans the shafts of light are moving ever； slowly ever as my feet are sinking； creeping duskward over the dial floor。 Blue dusk； nightfall； deep blue night。 In the darkness of the dome they wait； their pushedback chairs； my obelisk valise； around a board of abandoned platters。 Who to clear it？ He has the key。 I will not sleep there when this night es。 A shut door of a silent tower entombing their blind bodies； the panthersahib and his pointer。 Call： no answer。 He lifted his feet up from the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders。 Take all； keep all。 My soul walks with me； form of forms。 So in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the rocks； in sable silvered； hearing Elsinore's tempting flood。
The flood is following me。 I can watch it flow past from here。 Get back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there。 He climbed over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock； resting his ashplant in a grike。
A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack。 Before him the gunwale of a boat； sunk in sand。 Un coche ensablé； Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose。 These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here。 And there； the stoneheaps of dead builders； a warren of weasel rats。 Hide gold there。 Try it。 You have some。 Sands and stones。 Heavy of the past。 Sir Lout's toys。 Mind you don't get one bang on the ear。 I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders； bones for my steppingstones。 Feefawfum。 I zmellz de bloods odz an Iridzman。
A point； live dog； grew into sight running across the sweep of sand。 Lord； is he going to attack me？ Respect his liberty。 You will not be master of others or their slave。 I have my stick。 Sit tight。 From farther away； walking shoreward across from the crested tide； figures； two。 The two maries。 They have tucked it safe among the bulrushes。 Peekaboo。 I see you。 No； the dog。 He is running back to them。 Who？
Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach； in quest of prey； their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter sun。 Danevikings； torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold。 A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon； spouting； hobbling in the shallows。 Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs； my people； with flayers' knives； running； scaling； hacking in green blubbery whalemeat。 Famine； plague and slaughters。 Their blood is in me； their lusts my waves。 I moved among them on the frozen Liffey； that I； a changeling； among the spluttering resin fires。 I spoke to no…one： none to me。
The dog's bark ran towards him； stopped； ran back。 Dog of my enemy。 I just simply stood pale； silent； bayed about。 Terribilia meditans。 A primrose doublet； fortune's knave； smiled on my fear。 For that are you pining； the bark of their applause？ Pretenders： live their lives。 The Bruce's brother； Thomas Fitzgerald； silken knight； Perkin Warbeck； York's false scion； in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory； wonder of a day； and Lambert Simnel； with a tail of nans and sutlers； a scullion crowned。 All kings' sons。 Paradise of pretenders then and now。 He saved men from drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping。 But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house。 House of。。。 We don't want any of your medieval abstrusiosities。 Would you do what he did？ A boat would be near； a lifebuoy。 Natürlich； put there for you。 Would you or would you not？ The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock。 They are waiting for him now。 The truth； spit it out。 I would want to。 I would try。 I am not a strong swimmer。 Water cold soft。 When I put my face into it in the basin at Clongowes。 Can't see！ Who's behind me？ Out quickly； quickly！ Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides； sheeting the lows of sands quickly； shell cocoacoloured？ If I had land under my feet I want his life still to be his； mine to be mine。 A drowning man。 His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death。 I。。。 With him together down。。。 I could not save her。 Waters： bitter death： lost。
A woman and a man。 I see her skirties。 Pinned up； I bet。
Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand； trotting； sniffing on all sides。 Looking for something lost in a past life。 Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare； ears flung back； chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull。 The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears。 He turned； bounded back； came nearer； trotted on twinkling shanks。 On a field tenney a buck； trippant； proper； unattired。 At the lacefringe of the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs； seawardpointed ears。 His snout lifted barked at the wavenoise； herds of seamorse。 They serpented towards his feet； curling； unfurling many crests； every ninth； breaking； plashing； from far； from farther out； waves and waves。
Cocklepickers。 They waded a little way in the water and； stooping； soused their bags； and； lifting them again； waded out。 The dog yelped running to them； reared up and pawed them； dropping on all fours； again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning。 Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand； a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his jaws。 His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a calf's gallop。 The carcass lay on his path。 He stopped； sniffed； stalked round it； brother； nosing closer； went round it； sniffing rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell。 Dogskull； dogsniff； eyes on the ground； moves to one great goal。 Ah； poor dogsbody。 Here lies poor dogsbody's body。
Tatters！ Out of that； you mongrel。
The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand； crouched in flight。 He slunk back in a curve。 Doesn't see me。 Along by the edge of the mole he lolloped； dawdled； smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it。 He trotted forward and； lifting his hindleg； pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock。 The simple pleasures of the poor。 His hindpaws then scattered sand： then his forepaws dabbled and delved。 Something he buried there； his grandmother。 He rooted in the sand； dabbling delving and stopped to listen to the air； scraped up the sand again with a fury of his claws； soon ceasing； a pard； a panther； got in spouse…breach； vulturing the dead。
After he woke me up last night same dream or was it？ Wait。 Open hallway。 Street of harlots。 Remember。 Haroun al Raschid。 I am almosting it。 That man led me； spoke。 I was not afraid。 The melon he had he held against my face。 Smiled： creamfruit smell。 That was the rule； said。 In。 e。 Red carpet spread。 You will see who。
Shouldering their bags they trudged； the red Egyptians。 His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand； a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck。 With woman steps she followed： the ruffian and his strolling mort。 Spoils slung at her back。 Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her bare feet。 About her windraw face her hair trailed。 Behind her lord his helpmate； bing awast； to Romeville。 When night hides her body's flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired。 Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts。 Buss her； wap in rogue's rum lingo； for； O； my dimber wapping dell。 A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags。 Fumbally's lane that night： the tanyard smells。
White thy fambles； red thy gan
And thy quarrons dainty is。
Couch a hogshead with me then。
In the darkmans clip and kiss。
Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this； frate porcospino。 Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted。 Call away let him： thy quarrons dainty is。 Language no whit worse than his。 Monkwords； marybeads jabber on their girdles： roguewords； tough nuggets patter in their pockets。
Passing now。
A side…eye at my Hamlet hat。 If I were suddenly naked here as I sit I am not。 Across the sands of all the world； followed by the sun's flaming sword； to the west； trekking to evening lands。 She trudges； schlepps； trains； drags； trascines her load。 A tide westering； moondrawn； in her wake。 Tides； myriadislanded； within her； blood not mine； oinopa ponton； a winedark sea。 Behold the handmaid of the moon。 In sleep the wet sign calls her hour； bids her rise。 Bridebed； childbed； bed of death； ghostcandled。 Omnis caro ad te veniet。 He es； pale vampire； through storm his eyes； his bat sails bloodying the sea； mouth to her mouth's kiss。
Here。 Put a pin in that chap； will you？ My tablets。 Mouth to her kiss。 No。 Must be two of em。 Glue 'em well。 Mouth to her mouth's kiss。
His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air： mouth to her womb。 Oomb； allwombing tomb。 His mouth moulded issuing breath； unspeeched： ooeeehah： roar of cataractic planets； globed； blazing； roaring wayawayawayawayawayaway。 Paper。 The banknotes； blast them。 Old Deasy's letter。 Here。 Thanking you for hospitality tear the blank end off。 Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and scribbled words。 That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library counter。
His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent； ending。 Why not endless till the farthest star？ Darkly they are there behind this light； darkness shining in the brightness； delta of Cassiopeia； worlds。 Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash； in borrowed sandals； by day beside a livid sea； unbeheld； in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars。 I throw this ended shadow from me； manshape ineluctable； call it back。 Endless； would it be mine； form of my form？ Who watches me here？ Who ever anywhere will read these written words？ Signs on a white field。 Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice。 The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat： veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field。 Hold hard。 Coloured on a flat： yes； that's right。 Flat I see； then think distance； near； far； flat I see； east； back。 Ah； see now。 Falls back suddenly； frozen in stereoscope。 Click does the trick。 You find my words dark。 Darkness is in our souls； do you no