Post Impressions IX of this sunset(which is so filled with fear people bells)i say your eyes can take day away more softly horribly suddenly; (of these two most early stars wincing upon a single colour,i know only that your hands move more simply upon the evening and à propos such light and shape as means the moon,i somehow feel your smile slightly is a more minute adventure) lady. The clumsy dark threatens(and i do not speak nor think nor am aware of anything save that these houses bulge like memories in one crooked street of a mind peacefully and skilfully which is disappearing