Two nights after Christmas. We are somnolent and turkey-stuffed. The booming draws us to the windows, the flashing lights keep us there. Fireworks! With each explosion, the snow covering Lac Brome lights up. The colours are something out of Breughel, bonfires beyond the trees. The frozen world glitters in the sudden light.
84, Charing Cross Road (for Eileen Lavery)
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84, Charing Cross Road (for Eileen Lavery) I saw you, Helene, after all the
bookshops had vanished,Your wrists thin below the raveling cuffs of your
sweate...
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