Marthe Reed





After Swann, 21-25


21

these dreams
stop like a clock
a malady

too irresistible
precisely the same
a gothic dovecot, or some other

she might have a red
principle
a certain type of femininity

her subjection
fixed in
space

oh, marvelous
the tombs
of sunlight straying

impossible for me
the vagrancy
of her

detachment
that face
deliberately unfinished

present except
in a flood of blue light
that current

we imagine
almost ours
that sort of tenderness

the instant of pain
the special pleasure
and seize

the mysterious object
still alive
buried in a couch of grass










22
we had prolonged
abandon
a little more thorough

that special pleasure
that luminosity, something
a sort of rind

which had not existed
a sort of intoxication
three maidens

nothing more
charming and resigned
so vanishing

a sense of happiness
as though
a series of joyous afternoons

should be
a bird flying across the pink
lost upon

emotion
already lying
morning leaning

into the garden
certain periods
of a fever

I could no longer
picture
the little incidents

among the grass
or unheeding air
as the face of

a petitioner
plundering along the hedge
no echo

transported into the present
flowering isle
roaming along them









23

seized
even fairer
that anguish

far more beautiful
a blemish
as all the rest

binds me
hawthorns in blossom
no more than

an attachment
lacking
for me alone

those impressions
invisible and persistent
easier, often,

to attain
streaks of colour
reconstructed

or
would have
discarded

mirrors
mistaken for daylight
the writing-table

fixed
at full speed
the well of

a moment
all those other dwellings
whirlpool

put to flight
window-curtains
of day










24
one condition sufficed
failed to
more rebellious

more reluctant
orthodoxy
this demon of frivolity

female sex
old doorkeeper
the evening's entertainment

figurative accounts of her emotions
kindled again
the little ‘nucleus,’

liable, now, and
such a charming
question

as if
perfection
so ardent a lover

a letter of credit
some obscure
daughter

his fancy
the sight of any fair unknown
diminish

the pleasures
offered
those mediocre distractions

enclosed there
beautiful and charming
distinctly ‘common’

a woman's
abundant, rosy human
abdication











25

whatever a woman
might appear
accumulation of her desire

squandered
by telegraph
a crust of bread

it was too late
an element of
idleness, and

consolation
attained
a woman in a train

the brilliant phalanx
so much cynicism
panders

the clumsiest indiscretion
the unconscious spirit of
refusal

is this mystery?
the other's face
had been intimate

her kitchen
in his hand
he would return to it

the particular orbit
tempered with
one or other

women of his circle
weary
and warmly coloured

flirtations
sight of a face
more or less complete

a ravishing creature
an understanding
aroused