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d the priests hitch
their chant up half a tone. `Dies illadies iraeCalamitatis et
miseriaeDies magna et amara valde.' A wind rattles the leaded
windows. The little pear-shaped candle flames leap and flutter`Dies
illadies irae;' The swaying smoke drifts over the altar`Calamitatis et
miseriae;' The shuffling priests sprinkle holy water`Dies magna et
amara valde;' And there is a stark stillness in the midst of them Stretched
upon a bier. His ears are stone to the organHis eyes are flint to the
candlesHis body is ice to the water. ChantpriestsWhineshuffle
genuflectHe will always be as rigid as he is now Until he crumbles away
in a dust heap. `Lacrymosa dies illaQua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.' Above the grey pillars the roof is in darkness.
Towns in Colour
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Red Slippers
Red slippers in a shop-windowand outside in the streetflaws of
greywindy sleet [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Behind the polished glassthe slippers hang in long threads of red
festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of bloodflooding the eyes of
passers-by with dripping colourjamming their crimson reflections against
the windows of cabs and tram-carsscreaming their claret and salmon into
the teeth of theyilai:
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