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The Given Name
The Given Name
In a junk shop from a bookcase riddled with woodworm he takes a book blows the dust from it opens it at a coloured plate to behold the emerald bird that dazzled for a moment on the threshold of the world outside his door threescore years ago whose name he did not know until now.
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L’affiche: The Poster
The boy bouncing a barrel hoop along for want of a toy one runs whooping to himself but to him who comes to spell out under the N and the imperial eagle the words of the conscription poster the old man in the uneasy sunshine drinking a glass of rough cider has just this to say: “the next century will be worse” in spite of which the lovers passing him by go on singing.
