It was a warm September evening.

The monuments of the city were made known by the movements of the bodies.

Each had the dignity of her movements.

Each sat at rest as pure and massy gold.

Care weighs so heavily.

Cloth is by nature heavy and falls to earth.

We wanted to describe the difference in sensation.

With grace the curtains when struck with the wind showed the citizens.

We designed all these movements for painting.

The rooms felt patient, like concepts.

We disliked solitude and we also craved it.

We have given thought to making our words clear rather than ornate.
 
 
 

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Lisa Robertson

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