The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-04-10

! IA4Al WOuldI INV, WIZ ID SIduuluS near ulul,
she once was his mistress.
Listen. We can hear what they are saying.
The moon is full. In all this emptiness, so
blue, so white, so rich, and near the wall plast-
cred with light, these two small beings have
met again.
They are really completely separated from
each other. The ghost of shared caresses does
not hold them together though they do not hate
each other because of that, like so many others.
IT'S true, don't love you any MORE" says
She
Il never did love you," he answers.
At this, she is distressed, even though the
past is only poor painted decoration now.
Don't say that Today, yes, but once!-we
loved each other"
mo, we used each other"
''I remember that we loved each other" she
says less confidently.
81 remember that l needed your body, but
that did not love what you could love, and
didn't even care To have you-not your dress,
not your soul-that was all. Is that love?
What felt for you was nearer anger, because
couldn't do without you. l shouldn't
even have known your name," his voice was
like cry, eff hadn't asked it. And when
you were ILL., told myself l was wasting my
time with you. When we first knew each other,
you planned to go away. was going to lose
IyOu. DuJ Lu6 UI6duIu1 happened 10
you, you know"
Eyes"
"That dreadful thing forced you to stay and
could see you whenever liked, and my heart
beat and sang for joy when 1 heard Of the
terrible sorrow that had befalen you"
She looked at him with suspicion, thinking
visibly that there was something back of all
this, and she bent her head.
TWhy do you talk to me like this? Why do
you hurt me?"
Nothing but the body" he repeated, cutting
memory to the quick, as you cut something
with knife. Giving yourself possessing each
other, that meant but the body, and violence"
Because it is strong said the woman
1T is strong, and it's necessary But love,
the miracle of two becoming one, that's great
ler'
She said only: you hurt mel' and she
closed her eyes, so as not to see the present
man nor the man of the past.
He talked to people like that. When you've
done that you can do anything.
And what came of his talk? A cleaning of
the spirit, his own and the others, throwing
out of the thick rubbish that stuffed them And
the splendor that he could not keep back, and
which was also in the others. Say what you
please, he glOWed with some of that light
There's no doubt about it, we all live i'm
prisoned in ourselves But he had way of
Enchanting our real selves, and they were born
like children
But that frightens people. -emqol9
Il understand that and l. :" gssru
Eyes, they don't like that operation of truth
a bit. When he appears, clear as a mirror,
they'd rather turn their backs or tighten their
hands at their sides. They don't want to be
Opened like cupboards and their things all
pulled out!'
I0NE day he passed very old woman sitting
cd A.
could see her window, covered with newspapers
to keep out the cold. On her wiry body was a
tumble Of shapeless rags She spread her
gnarled and dscolored hands out on her apron,
her face was yellow and her hair tufts of dust
Beside her slept NANCY dog.
The man watched her attentively while he
spoke to the Others saying that there is always,