| Garden Arun Gaur |
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God came and took the hollow to be good and created a garden. He does this always in times of peace (we inscribed on the rim of a high pedestal vase), and, when the summerhouse was ready, the sun kissed the rim of the vase and filled the summerhouse with golden fishes. And its five arms spread like those of the Pentagon or like the arms of a star-fish. Then the rare, broad leaves of money-plants came~ their thick stems clung to the baked mud |
like skinned and blind caterpillars or some Moravian worm resting under yellow sand. Oh the heat of the sun, Oh the heat of the sun! Fountains from perforations~oozings from the undergrowth. Didn't you know that a colonial woman was placed near the fishpond, that she broke her hand in an accident, her hand was amputated, then replaced, and she carried the pitcher in her other hand after that? That woman would always look at the child  |
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