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Shadows over a cradle	A
fire light craning	B
A hand	C
throws something in the fire	D
and a smaller hand	C
runs into the flame and out again	E
singed and empty	F
Shadows	G
settling over a cradle	A
two hands	H
and a fire	D
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CELIA	I
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Cherry cherry glowing on the hearth bright red cherry When you try to pick up cherry Celia's shriek sticks in you like a pin	J
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When God throws hailstones you cuddle in Celia's shawl and press your feet on her belly high up like a stool When Celia makes umbrella of her hand Rain falls through big pink spokes of her fingers When wind blows Celia's gown up off her legs she runs under pillars of the bank great round pillars of the bank have on white stockings too	K
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Celia says my father	D
will bring me a golden bowl	L
When I think of my father	D
I cannot see him	M
for the big yellow bowl	L
like the moon with two handles	N
he carries in front of him	M
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Grandpa grandpa	O
Light all about you	K
ginger pouring out of green jars	P
You don't believe he has gone away and left his great coat	Q
so you pretend you see his face up in the ceiling	B
When you clap your hands and cry grandpa grandpa grandpa	O
Celia crosses herself	R
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It isn't a dream It comes again and again You hear ivy crying on steeples the flames haven't caught yet and images screaming when they see red light on the lilies on the stained glass window of St Joseph The girl with the black eyes holds you tight and you run and run past the wild wild towers and trees in the gardens tugging at their feet and little frightened dolls shut up in the shops crying and crying because no one stops you spin like a penny thrown out in the street Then the man clutches her by the hair He always clutches her by the hair His eyes stick out like spears You see her pulled back face and her black black eyes lit up by the glare Then everything goes out Please God don't let me dream any more of the girl with the black black eyes	S
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Celia's shadow rocks and rocks and mama's eyes stare out of the pillow as though she had gone away and the night had come in her place as it comes in empty rooms you can't bear it the night threshing about and lashing its tail on its sides as bold as a wolf that isn't afraid and you scream at her face that is white as a stone on a grave and pull it around to the light till the night draws backward the night that walks alone and goes away without end Mama says I am cold Betty and shivers Celia tucks the quilt about her feet but I run for my little red cloak because red is hot like fire	D
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I wish Celia	I
could see the sea climb up on the sky	-
and slide off again	E
Celia saying	B
I'd beg the world with you	K
Celia holding on to the cab	T
hands wrenched away	U
wind in the masts like Celia crying	B
Celia never minded if you slapped her	D
when the comb made your hairs ache	V
but though you rub your cheek against mama's hand	C
she has not said darling since	W
Now I will slap her again	E
I will bite her hand till it bleeds	X
It is cool by the port hole	L
The wet rags of the wind	Y
flap in your face	Z
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THE ALLEY	F
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Because you are four years old	A2
the candle is all dressed up in a new frill	B2
And stars nod to you through the hole in the curtain	C2
except the big stiff planets	D2
too fat to move about much	E2
and you curtsey back to the stars	P
when no one is looking	B
You feel sorry for the poor wooden chair	F2
that knows it isn't nice to sit on	G2
and no one is sad but mama	I
You don't like mama to be sad	H2
when you are four years old	A2
so you pretend	I2
you like the bitter gold pale tea	F
you pretend	I2
if you don't drink it up pretty quick	B
a little gold fish	J2
will think it is a pond	K2
and come and get born in it	L2
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It's hot in our street and the breeze is a dirty little broom that sweeps dust into our room and bits of paper out of the alley You are not let to play with the children in the alley But you must be very polite so you pass them and say good day and when they fling banana skins you fling them back again	E
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There is no one to play with and the flies on the window buzz and buzz you can pull out their legs and stick pins in their bodies but still they buzz and mama says When Nero was a little boy he caught flies on his mama's window and pulled out their legs and stuck pins in their bodies and nobody loved him Buzz blue bellied flies buzz nasty black wheel of mama's machine you are the biggest fly of all you have the loudest buzz I hear you at dawn before the locusts But I like the picture of the Flood and the little babies getting drowned If I were there I would save them but as I can't save them I like to watch them getting drowned	M2
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When mama buys of Ling Ho he smiles very wide and picks her the largest loquots The greens man gave her a cabbage and she held it against her black bodice and said what a beautiful green it was and put it on the table as though it had been a flower But next day we boiled and ate it with salt It was our dinner	D
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Christmas day I found Janie on my pillow Janie is made of rubber Her red and blue jacket won't come off Christmas dinner was green and white chicken and lettuce and peas and drops of oil on the salad smiley and full of light like the gold on the lady's teeth	N2
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But mama said politely Thank you we are dining out She wouldn't let you take one pea to put in the hole where the whistle was at the back of Janie's head so Janie should have some dinner So you went to the park with biscuits and black tea in a bottle	A
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You feel very sad	H2
when you climb on the fence	O2
to watch mama out of sight	P2
The women in the alley	F
poke their heads out of doorways	Q2
and watch her too	K
You know her	D
by the way she holds her shoulders	R2
till she is only a speck	B
in a chain of specks	S2
till she is swallowed up	T2
But suppose	G
that day after day	U
you were to watch for her face	Z
and it didn't come back	B
Suppose	G
it were to drop out of the string of white faces	U2
like the pearl out of my chain	V2
I never found again	E
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Mabel minds you while mama is out	W2
she washes while she sings	X2
Three blind mice	Y2
they all run away from the farmer's wife	Z2
who cut off their tails	A3
with a carving knife	Z2
Wind blows out Mabel's sheets	B3
way you blow in a bag before you burst it	L2
Wind has a soapy smell	C3
It's heavier'n sun	C2
that lies all over you without any weight	D3
and makes you feel happy	F
and crinkly like bubbling water	D
There's no sun on the empty house	E3
sly looking house	E3
you can't see in its windows	G
that watch you out of their corners	R2
Perhaps there's a big spider there	F2
spinning gray threads over the windows	G
till they look like dead people's faces	U2
Jimmie says	F3
Jimmie's hair is white as a white mouse	E3
His lashes are gold as mama's wedding ring	B
and his mouth feels cool and smooth	G3
like a flower wet with rain	V2
You wouldn't believe Jimmie was different	H3
till he showed you	K
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Blind wet sheets flapping on the lines sun in your eyes dark gold sun full of little black spots you have to blink and blink round eyes of Jimmie Jimmie's blue jumper blue shadow of wall all the world holding still as when a clock stops streets still people still no streets no people only sky and wall sun glaring bright as God down at you and Jimmie shadow like a purple cloth trailing off the wall	I3
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Wild wet sheets flapping in the wind big slippered feet flapping too big balloon face rushing up the alley houses closing up again windows looking round Mabel pulls you in the gate and shakes you and tells you not to tell your mama And you wonder if God has spoiled Jimmie	F
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MAM	J3

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