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To: maouse who wrote (265)	8/14/1999 9:03:00 PM
From: poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

LACHRYMATORY Others carry the wine, others carry the oil in the hollow vault their partition circumscribed. I, as a smaller measure, and as the slimmer, hollow myself for a different need, for the sake of plummeting tears. Wine grows richer, and oil grows ever clearer in the jug. What happens with tears? - They made me heavy, made me blinder and made me iridescent at the edge, made me brittle finally and made me empty. -R.M.R., Schoeneck,

To: maouse who wrote (265)	8/16/1999 12:09:00 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Their Beginning Their illicit pleasure has been fulfilled. They get up and dress quickly, without a word. They come out of the house separately, furtively; and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled, it seems they sense that something about them betrays what kind of bed they've just been lying on. But what profit for the life of the artist: tomorrow, the day after, or years later, he'll give voice to the strong lines that had their beginning here. by Constantine P. Cavafy