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Red Slippers	B
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Red slippers in a shop window and outside in the street flaws of grey	C
windy sleet	D
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Behind the polished glass the slippers hang in long threads of red	E
festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of blood flooding the eyes	F
of passers by with dripping colour jamming their crimson reflections	G
against the windows of cabs and tram cars screaming their claret and salmon	H
into the teeth of the sleet plopping their little round maroon lights	I
upon the tops of umbrellas	J
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The row of white sparkling shop fronts is gashed and bleeding	K
it bleeds red slippers They spout under the electric light	L
fluid and fluctuating a hot rain and freeze again to red slippers	B
myriadly multiplied in the mirror side of the window	M
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They balance upon arched insteps like springing bridges of crimson lacquer	N
they swing up over curved heels like whirling tanagers sucked	O
in a wind pocket they flatten out heelless like July ponds	P
flared and burnished by red rockets	Q
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Snap snap they are cracker sparks of scarlet in the white monotonous	R
block of shops	S
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They plunge the clangour of billions of vermilion trumpets	Q
into the crowd outside and echo in faint rose over the pavement	T
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People hurry by for these are only shoes and in a window farther down	U
is a big lotus bud of cardboard whose petals open every few minutes	Q
and reveal a wax doll with staring bead eyes and flaxen hair	V
lolling awkwardly in its flower chair	V
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One has often seen shoes but whoever saw a cardboard lotus bud before	W
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The flaws of grey windy sleet beat on the shop window where there are only	X
red slippers	B
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II	A
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Thompson's Lunch Room Grand Central Station	H
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Study in Whites	I
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Wax white	L
Floor ceiling walls	Y
Ivory shadows	Z
Over the pavement	T
Polished to cream surfaces	J
By constant sweeping	K
The big room is coloured like the petals	A2
Of a great magnolia	B2
And has a patina	B2
Of flower bloom	C2
Which makes it shine dimly	X
Under the electric lamps	D2
Chairs are ranged in rows	Z
Like sepia seeds	E2
Waiting fulfilment	T
The chalk white spot of a cook's cap	F2
Moves unglossily against the vaguely bright wall	G2
Dull chalk white striking the retina like a blow	M
Through the wavering uncertainty of steam	H2
Vitreous white of glasses with green reflections	G
Ice green carboys shifting greener bluer with the jar of moving water	N
Jagged green white bowls of pressed glass	I2
Rearing snow peaks of chipped sugar	N
Above the lighthouse shaped castors	I2
Of grey pepper and grey white salt	T
Grey white placards 'Oyster Stew Cornbeef Hash Frankfurters'	I2
Marble slabs veined with words in meandering lines	I2
Dropping on the white counter like horn notes	I2
Through a web of violins	I2
The flat yellow lights of oranges	I2
The cube red splashes of apples	I2
In high plated epergnes'	I2
The electric clock jerks every half minute	T
'Coming Past '	-
'Three beef steaks and a chicken pie '	-
Bawled through a slide while the clock jerks heavily	X
A man carries a china mug of coffee to a distant chair	V
Two rice puddings and a salmon salad	T
Are pushed over the counter	N
The unfulfilled chairs open to receive them	J2
A spoon falls upon the floor with the impact of metal striking stone	K2
And the sound throws across the room	C2
Sharp invisible zigzags	I2
Of silver	N
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III	A
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An Opera House	I2
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Within the gold square of the proscenium arch	L2
A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds	I2
Its tassels jarring slightly when someone crosses the stage behind	T
Gold carving edges the balconies	I2
Rims the boxes	I2
Runs up and down fluted pillars	I2
Little knife stabs of gold	T
Shine out whenever a box door is opened	T
Gold clusters	I2
Flash in soft explosions	I2
On the blue darkness	I2
Suck back to a point	T
And disappear	M2
Hoops of gold	T
Circle necks wrists fingers	I2
Pierce ears	I2
Poise on heads	I2
And fly up above them in coloured sparkles	I2
Gold	T
Gold	T
The opera house is a treasure box of gold	T
Gold in a broad smear across the orchestra pit	T
Gold of horns trumpets tubas	I2
Gold spun gold twittering gold snapping gold	T
Of harps	I2
The conductor raises his baton	N2
The brass blares out	T
Crass crude	T
Parvenu fat powerful	O2
Golden	H
Rich as the fat clapping hands in the boxes	I2
Cymbals gigantic coin shaped	T
Crash	P2
The orange curtain parts	I2
And the prima donna steps forward	T
One note	T
A drop transparent iridescent	T
A gold bubble	O2
It floats floats	I2
And bursts against the lips of a bank president	T
In the grand tier	Q2
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IV	-
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Afternoon Rain in State Street	T
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Cross hatchings of rain against grey walls	I2
Slant lines of black rain	R2
In front of the up and down wet stone sides of buildings	I2
Below	M
Greasy shiny black horizontal	O2
The street	T
And over it umbrellas	I2
Black polished dots	I2
Struck to white	T
An instant	T
Stream in two flat lines	I2
Slipping past each other with the smoothness of oil	S2
Like a four sided wedge	T2
The Custom House Tower	N
Pokes at the low flat sky	A
Pushing it farther and farther up	U2
Lifting it away from the house tops	I2
Lifting it in one piece as though it were a sheet of tin	V2
With the lever of its apex	I2
The cross hatchings of rain cut the Tower obliquely	X
Scratching lines of black wire across it	T
Mutilating its perpendicular grey surface	I2
With the sharp precision of tools	I2
The city is rigid with straight lines and angles	I2
A chequered table of blacks and greys	I2
Oblong blocks of flatness	I2
Crawl by with low geared engines	I2
And pass to short upright squares	I2
Shrinking with distance	I2
A steamer in the basin blows its whistle	O2
And the sound shoots across the rain hatchings	I2
A narrow level bar of steel	W2
Hard cubes of lemon	H
Superimpose themselves upon the fronts of buildings	I2
As the windows light up	U2
But the lemon cubes are edged with angles	I2
Upon which they cannot impinge	X2
Up straight down straight square	V
Crumpled grey white papers	I2
Blow along the side walks	I2
Contorted horrible	O2
Without curves	I2
A horse steps in a puddle	O2
And white glaring water spurts up	U2
In stiff outflaring lines	I2
Like the rattling stems of reeds	I2
The city is heraldic with angles	I2
A sombre escutcheon of argent and sable	O2
And countercoloured bends of rain	R2
Hung over a four square civilization	H
When a street lamp comes out	T
I gaze at it for fully thirty seconds	I2
To rest my brain with the suffusing round brilliance of its globe	Y2
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V	X
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An Aquarium	Z2
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Streaks of green and yellow iridescence	I2
Silver shiftings	I2
Rings veering out of rings	I2
Silver gold	T
Grey green opaqueness sliding down	U
With sharp white bubbles	I2
Shooting and dancing	K
Flinging quickly outward	T
Nosing the bubbles	I2
Swallowing them	J2
Fish	A3
Blue shadows against silver saffron water	N
The light rippling over them	J2
In steel bright tremors	I2
Outspread translucent fins	I2
Flute fold and relapse	I2
The threaded light prints through them on the pebbles	I2
In scarcely tarnished twinklings	I2
Curving of spotted spines	I2
Slow up shifts	I2
Lazy convolutions	I2
Then a sudden swift straightening	K
And darting below	M
Oblique grey shadows	I2
Athwart a pale casement	T
Roped and curled	T
Green man eating eels	I2
Slumber in undulate rhythms	I2
With crests laid horizontal on their backs	I2
Barred fish	A3
Striped fish	A3
Uneven disks of fish	A3
Slip slide whirl turn	B3
And never touch	C3
Metallic blue fish	A3
With fins wide and yellow and swaying	K
Like Oriental fans	I2
Hold the sun in their bellies	I2
And glow with light	T
Blue brilliance cut by black bars	I2
An oblong pane of straw coloured shimmer	N
Across it in a tangent	T
A smear of rose black silver	N
Short twists and upstartings	I2
Rose black in a setting of bubbles	I2
Sunshine playing between red and black flowers	I2
On a blue and gold lawn	D3
Shadows and polished surfaces	I2
Facets of mauve and purple	O2
A constant modulation of values	I2
Shaft shaped	T
With green bead eyes	I2
Thick nosed	T
Heliotrope coloured	T
Swift spots of chrysolite and coral	O2
In the midst of green pearl amethyst irradiations	I2
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Outside	T
A willow tree flickers	I2