I'm Carol Ross Barney, and I am the founder and design principal at Ross Barney Architects. We are really interested in the idea that design makes life better. Our design philosophy is that design matters. It doesn't matter when it's convenient or when it's expected. It always matters. It's crucial to life quality. So we do work in transit. We do public parks. We do buildings too. But our philosophy is that space is important and everything is architecture. Our design process is based on the idea that there's not just one good answer out there. There's probably millions of good answers to any one particular design problem. So our job is to find two or three or maybe even a half dozen of those answers and use those answers to engage our clients in conversation and find the one that fits their program and their needs the best. This is not a studio where you execute a leader's ideas. This is a studio where we all look for ideas together. So our design process, it's very inclusive. It's very far-reaching. It's very data-driven. And the word I've heard most from our clients, it's very surprising. Cities take time to build. Consensus between communities takes time to arrive at. And so one of the biggest challenges for us working at urban scale projects for example like the Chicago Riverwalk is to maintain the continuity and the design excellence through the entire project. The Riverwalk for example took us 16 years to complete from when we were first commissioned when the last portion of it was open. And it was a challenge. It was a challenge to stay up to date with it. It was a challenge to always be aware of new demands for the space. In the end it was quite exciting because I think some of the things we did at the very beginning informed our answers at the very end. So time, how long it takes to get things done has always been a challenge. The people I have to thank the most I think are the members of my studio. They're really hard-working. I've been really lucky to have a great group of leaders, partners, my partners and associates. I always tell people that the reason why I love architecture so much is because I'm having fun doing it. And part of that fun is just working with people who have that same kind of passion and goal about doing good architecture. I would also like to thank the Cooper Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum for initiating this program. The idea of design is an important one that everybody should know about and share. And these awards serve to do that. Thank you very much.


Okay, very good morning guys Anthony here from the desk Amphi trading in London. We're just going to do a quick review then of what's happened from overnight and Yeah, obviously the main thing that you're looking at is a sharp Lower open for European equities on the back of an aggressive sell-off that was seen kind of late afternoon yesterday Inspired by none other than the US president Donald Trump Reescalating the trade war Tweeting about an increase of tariffs which we're going to look at in a second. So really that is the main story of the morning and We're going to look at then what does that subsequently mean for market expectations now About what the Fed are going to do next just given what they said in their meeting on Wednesday night and then also Potentially then what is this strategy of Donald Trump to potentially force Powell's hand in order to assist the markets with more Interest rate cuts. So not only that we've got non-farm payrolls of course coming out later as well We'll have a quick overview of that I'll probably go in more detail punch the numbers so to speak of what we're expecting closer to the time of that release So that's what's on the agenda, but yeah, looking at these charts I mean, it's quite obvious to see when you've probably booted up your systems this morning that you know The severity of the sell-off. I mean what a day for What a period of 48 hours if you're Jerome Powell at the moment you deliver this What would be classified? I guess as a hawkish cut the markets sell off fairly aggressively Only then for yesterday we get to the open of Wall Street Markets actually equity markets looking at the S&P here actually recovered all the way back to the pre-fmc announced levels Only then for Donald Trump to come in and just knock the whole thing back down Even further below where we were in the initial aftermath of the actual fmc announcement itself so Just when power might have thought he's got away with it His arch nemesis if you like the president comes back and forces prices back lower And so as you can see the DAX future this morning I know Sam was going to look at all these charts much more detail from a technical perspective But you know DAX seeing quite a bit of volatility go through the cash equity open in the last few minutes already down 250 or so Following suit then from the moves that were seen the US last night gold prices obviously responding in kind So gold seeing a real aggressive move yesterday as we went through the afternoon T-notes also up this morning about nine ticks and to be up nine ticks at this time in the European morning It's quite unusual But it just goes to show the follow-through that we've had in the age of Pacific session following the close of Wall Street last night so what What did Donald Trump say I'm sorry my hesitation there is Sam's just pointed out in the chat room Bank of England's Governor Mark Carney is speaking on BBC Radio 4 in five minutes time So anything that I see come down while I'm delivering this I will let you know Obviously, Carney's had a little bit of criticism This morning in the press About this idea that really his forecast weren't factoring in the no deal even though that's a growing possibility Carney kind of sticking to the fact that while the government's Still defining mandate is to deliver a deal for Brexit Despite what the narrative is at the moment from from Johnson and co And so perhaps he's doing the kind of media rounds this morning to clarify the positioning of what his stance is Keep you posted anyhow Let's have a look at Donald Trump. What was he tweeting yesterday? Well, it was really a string of tweets And what was quite interesting is obviously we've had from the trade war developments this week If you remember it was quite interesting because they recommence face-to-face talks for the first time in three months at the beginning of The week it was supposed to be a two-day round of talks where Treasury Secretary Mnuchin and the trade secretary Lighthizer went to Shanghai But you remember two days talks was abruptly finished to just one day and they came back now apparently Trump met with Mnuchin and and Mnuchin's advice was actually they made some decent progress and His thinking was well, perhaps we should use the the threat and tell China that we could be Going down the route of applying a 10% tariffs and not this 25% nothing immediate But that would be his recommendation and apparently what's happened here is Trump's gone. Okay, Steve Thanks very much for that, but you're wrong This is what we're doing and then Trump just basically outlined a series of tweets and here's the general gist of it Our representatives have just returned from China. They had constructive talks about a future trade deal We thought we had a deal with China three months ago But sadly China decided to renegotiate the deal prior to signing He goes on and this is the crux of what he's saying is this one During those talks the US will start on September the 1st putting a small additional tariff of 10% on the remaining $300 billion of goods and products coming from China into our country This does not include the 250 billion dollars already tariffed at 25% He's also gone on to say well, we could even go further than 25% So, you know, he's really gone to town here the interesting thing and a lot of speculation that's doing the rounds this morning is Remember the comments that Jerome Powell said at the meeting on Wednesday night The biggest one the one that caused this kind of hawkish type reaction was that we're in a mid-cycle adjustment That meaning or interpretation in the market then that he was signaling just maybe a one-and-done or one or two cuts Not a series of substantial rate cuts to come Now one thing that Powell also said was the Fed chairman said his rates cut was justified by trade tensions now if that is the case and He's not delivering then on these substantial rate cuts to prop up the economy that Trump wants. Well, then if he's defining a lot of that Decision-making on the trade war if you're Donald Trump, let's just create a trade war then It's all on let's just ramp it up. Let's actually use the stock market Let's weaponize the stock market against your own central bank to force them into doing what you want A lot of people are speculating that that's what Donald Trump is exactly what he's doing and actually what's happened Well, inevitably if the trade the trade war is undoubtedly the biggest global risk Not just to the US but to the entire global market now Golemans have come out. Golemans released a research note last night. They basically said they now see a 7070 percent chance of a 25 basis point cut at the next meeting in September that figure was previously Prior to the Trump tweets at 55% GS say they say they see a 10% chance of a 50 basis point cut in September a 20% chance of no policy change So these banks are I'd expect other banks to fall in line with a similar view because You know forget about what the banks are saying what are the markets thinking well federal funds rate futures For the sep meeting which is the next Fed one which comes alongside the renewed plot and the summary of economic projections The market pricing is now 82% for a rate cut in September You know, that's way higher than what we were expecting even for the one we just saw this week So yeah, this latest little turn of events, you know, is this Trump forcing Powell's hand? obviously highly Highly risky strategy from Trump very unusual to be to be using the economy in such a gamesmanship way, but perhaps This is the genius of Trump and perhaps this is what's necessary for him to get what he wants politically keep the market sustained Remember the short term is to view. He obviously just wants to get in Stay in for another few years. I don't think he's really Thinking about the longer term ramification of what he's doing Would be my view and so in the short term, maybe he can manage the situation. So definitely as we go into the US afternoon Well, really, there's another very important piece of information coming out And of course that is the US non-farm payroll report now yesterday We had a slight miss in ISM manufacturing PMI The employment employment constituent actually dropped fairly substantially against its prior months reading The point here though is that I actually think about 18 months ago two years ago Markets were kind of hypersensitive to really one data point and that were was inflation metrics as the key defining factor The greatest weighted piece of economic data for what would influence the Fed decision making Now what I actually think given what Powell has said Traders now I think are going to be ever more sensitive to just top-level tier one economic data out the US And definitely non-farm payrolls fits that narrative. So Yeah, whether or not markets, I think if you had a let's just say you get a Disappointing payrolls you get a low low ball number to give you an idea. Here's the chart We're looking at expectations around the 160 mark for the headline change in non-farms That obviously comes after a pretty strong Number last month out way north of 200 Obviously payrolls combination of different factors the unemployment rate But importantly the average hourly earnings, but if we get a weak report That's only gonna fuel further than the idea that the Fed not just committing to a cut in September But having to do multiple cuts thereafter and actually the worst it gets And definitely this is what Trump wants by instigating renewed trade tensions with threats of new tariffs is That equities actually rise on the premise that the Fed are gonna have to commit to a more Continuous cycle of cuts. So, yeah, non-farm payrolls Will be important. I think every piece of big top-line data We get out of the u.s. Will be important as data points to suck, you know to to build in this view or not All right, we'll move off that for the moment. Let's have a look at the UK Now remember you probably would be aware. We were talking about this yesterday. We had a by-election in a constituent in Wales and Particularly important because the nature of the way the Thin majority that Boris Johnson has in Parliament at the moment now. There wasn't really any surprises here because what happened was the Conservative seat which was Davies who was re running after an expense scandal lost relatively small margin to the Lib Dems and and Dodd was expected to win and that has Materialized which means the working majority in Parliament for Boris Johnson has now dropped to one Now the reason why the pound isn't selling off is because you know for me, yes This makes quite sensational headline reading Boris Johnson. In fact is the fastest ever Prime Minister to lose a by-election, which is not a great statistic to have to your name But beyond that kind of sensationalism in the UK press I think the markets really say all the pounds done nothing. This really is not unexpected and if anything for me only fuels this belief that Boris Johnson is definitely lining up a general election to be announced in the coming weeks in order to rebuild this broken-down Majority or this working majority in that fact interestingly if The Conservative Party and I'm just putting this out there because I don't think that these two political parties are Aligned and I do not foresee them joining up But if the Brexit Party and the Conservatives teamed up they would have held this seat They would have won this seat interestingly people like Cricky I can't even remember the party's name that that was created by Chaka Muno who he then left that's how That's how probably bad that they've been the change party But then also the green party Basically, they didn't run for this seat and the reason for that is because they formed A pro-eu alliance getting behind the liberal democrat party who's the more mature the more followed or Party that's probably going to get most support. So that was quite interesting This kind of pro-remain alliance is definitely a positive In that sense and maybe then an election isn't so inevitable that Boris Johnson is going to get a resounding majority Because as we've seen here the teaming up if the Greens and these other parties were to force their votes into the Lib Dem in order to cut off Then this runaway no deal Brexit mandate Johnson government, you know, maybe it's not just a done deal for for Boris after all All right quick look at the calendar for the day Because I know you want to hear from Sam and what he has to say about the charts What have we got this morning? UK construction PMI. Yeah, maybe worth watching. Obviously. We had a depressed number in the manufacturing PMI from the UK yesterday Just trying to recall. What was it the week since 2012 construction last month in the UK was the week the steepest fall Since 2009 so right in the midst of the global financial crisis Moving on beyond that point Well, certainly for the construction of PMI in the UK. I don't think that's going to move the market just to be clear Even if it is a sub 50 number European retail sales. It's never a market mover. So I think just Definitely a US centric session for me. I think markets are going to be quite quiet this morning really two things one Just waiting for the main event which being non-farm payrolls and then after that I think that's when you're going to see the real follow-through reaction Not just depending on that outcome, but also given the announcement out of trump as well I think you could either see a really powerful rally to finish the Week in us stocks if this is a low ball payroll number I think yes, obviously that's not good economically But I think that will just ramp up then the idea that really power's got to come through and start start leaning on More rate cuts to come That would fuel further t-note bid Gold might recover then and continue to to remain bid and then I'd be anticipating dollar weakness on the back of that Continuation of the hit it got last night on the back of the trump tweets Elsewhere us factory orders you got the final University of michigan, but again, this is kind of a Side order to the mainer things. I've just discussed and from a Earnings points of view the only real things to be aware of here are a couple of us majors So again, this isn't really going to move the index futures I would say only for if you're looking at single stocks But you get the oil majors exxon and chevron as well both will be reporting pre-market Just to finish on my my Delivery the chinese commerce ministry has just come out last couple of minutes And they've said that if the us is intent on implementing further tariffs on chinese goods China will have to take counter measures No explicit detail on what those counter measures might be That's not surprising. That's pretty much the uniform response from china They kind of whatever you do will match it in kind All right, that's it from me I'll be around to cover payrolls in fall later on, but if I don't speak to you before then I wish you all a great weekend. Thanks very much All right guys happy friday Have a quick look over some of these markets and it makes a good point if that number is is not that great then You could get a bit of a rally back in stocks and where we finish the week will be key And you can see just from these lows that we're we're printing out now just having a little Little push higher I guess you could start again as usual to get these sort of trend lines in and you can see we're starting to get a bit of A respect of maybe a third fourth test here We've got quite a clear Area of resistance near those highs of the day So, you know, whether you want to get too involved on the morning of a non-farm payroll You know as usually not too much in the way of activity. Here's a little bit of a guide Area of resistance trend line there as well looking longer term You know areas of the week that are important You can see we're now below those levels from the 1st of july, so if I just bring that higher up We're in here now looking more 29 56, which is also kind of the the post fed low As an area to finish the week bubble below You could almost say if we were to get above 56 and and then start getting towards the pivot Then it's it's pretty you know bullish for the end of the week or at least defensive for You know a fervor push down Whereas if we do close below it could open the door up and non-farm payroll is most likely to To be the the main reason behind Whether we get higher or lower and then any retaliation from china Into the back end of the week's one thing's for sure. I wouldn't really fancy holding positions Over the weekend on on us stocks At all dollar as well likely to be relatively quiet this morning. Just having a look at At the euro you can see we have trended Lower from these highs, but we are to keep knocking on that door and similar to yesterday Afternoon as well and that we were just you know respecting well enough the a trend line here Then finally getting that breakthrough obviously into the evening. We had a further big push So I'll just be keeping an eye on that But you can argue from the same from those lows as well. We are getting squeezed in both ways On the euro dollar So a break either way could be a bit of an opportunity It's just whether you'd want to really get involved too much ahead of the big release at 130 to the upside and I know certainly people will be Looking at this more for maybe next week, but where we did have that breakdown on the end of the month Or any of these levels of support could be a good opportunity To to get short longer term or more medium term I should say and that's coming in around on the futures anyway around 111 70 for the pound Didn't really get that relief rally as such like the euro yesterday Following a break but similar in that we had the the push Just before four o'clock a break of this trend push higher and we're now actually a bit back below And it is relatively you know more choppy to the upside the pound wherever you'd want to get involved again really before Non farms are not I'm not too too keen on that Again just to reiterate for those that Haven't watched the briefing This week or aware on the pound any retracement back to This trend line on the weekly would be a great opportunity to get in but also to the downside We're now not far away at all from that big 120 handle that 35 year low post brexit January 2017 level of interest that's coming in today Probably not too far from where the s3 would be as well yesterday's low s1 quite key Yesterday's high r1 as well a level I would have marked up but for now not doing too much Gold obviously had that nice push yesterday big push higher pivot acting as a good level support Also got a few highs and decent level of price action from from there as well Where it's just slowing down now. We can see this was An area of support in the Asian session So a bit of a line in the sand bit get back above there in 1450 could come relatively quickly The the pivot if we were to come back down again, I'd just be a bit hesitant about maybe wanting to take that on Especially given given the morning But where we're trading literally right now pretty key was that previous low Here and we're just coming to test it really for the some third fourth time So you'd off that you'd expect a bit of a break which is happening now You can see just trying to extend Higher the dollar only down 0.09 to pretty flat for the day So gold just worth keeping an eye on there Although of course volume pretty low the decks on the open spike in lower obviously down quite a lot from Yesterday evening anyway In terms of just sort of looking over the next few minutes we come back down to that s1 is it's already been quite choppy To be honest and although the movement for a for a monday pretty pretty big already for the decks usually it's just sort relatively quiet And certainly looking longer term here. You can see if I was drag this to the right hand side Let's put this on a daily chart In terms of levels where we could finish the week for the decks you can see Just this area support not far away from where we're trading Which was the low back on the the 6th of june and this is a level going back to Well, this is last year here. You can see above the camera. Yeah Um Good area good area of prior section when we finally did get back above We saw a decent push higher. Can we get down to to test that level? Can we get below it if we were then you know Favouring more medium term push down next week to the low down we had on the 31st of may That was to hold the key level. I would say to the upside around 12200 Where you have these previous double bottom before that break through the last few days And so quite a key level coming up in the decks. We're keeping an eye on there Have a quick look over at oil to to wrap things up. You can see a decent push lower. Yes, then what was a fantastic trade? I have to say yes, so It's clear all the trend lines on is when we had the the break Let's just get this trend on the break of the The trend which started on the low of the day because it came back pretty much Bang on to the tick of obviously to have held the whole movie I have to be a bit of a genius But what a move that was and you can just see when like gold when these trend lines do break You can get those really big push pushes down pivot worth keeping an eye on as the next sort of resistance point above Where we're trading however not looking like it's coming into to play for a while. We have rejected that as well and similar In those these little trend breaks have happened Already Next level to the downside. You've got a bit of a zone here I would say the low the Asian session low and previous session high 54 70 54 66 if you are sure That's definitely an area. I'd look to to take profit but given the calendar In anticipation for non farms and and whatnot. I'd probably wait I'd probably wait before getting into aggressive any any of these markets Only taking a small risk if at all Well, we'll be on the micro course throughout the day ahead of non farm payrolls But for anyone not tuning in. I hope you'll have a great day and even better weekend


It seems really fair from the point of view of equality in front of the tax system that we have a way of taxing those unrealised income. There's also a description of five or six common goods with an S. And those are a clean environment, a good health for everyone. I noted the regulation of the digital companies and innovation, better equality of course and finance unleashed for socially good projects. So all those are key common goods for the future of our society and therefore for the common good. The President talked about inequality as a common bad and there was also a risk of increasing that common bad in the world during the pandemic. We were, I think, within the rich countries, both the US and in Europe, reasonably successful at using social programmes and large expenditures to keep a certain amount of global solidarity together. And in particular, the fact that we were able in Europe to the paid furlough to continue to employ people and pay them even as there was less demand for the goods that their company produced. The poor countries of the world had a very different experience from the rich countries. Many of them actually locked down very quickly. India locked down with four hours of notice to just close the country. Once you close the country, there were people stranded in the big cities with no support. There are often people who work on daily wages, who send most of the wages home to the village, who live on the construction sites or in the shop where they work. And those people were just stranded. They had no way of surviving. This welfare system was not designed for that. So the welfare system is present, but it serves mostly people who are at home. The question is whether you should expropriate patents. And there I will distinguish between two populations, the rich world and the less developed countries. Because in the end, the pharma companies will do the research, only if they can recoup their investment through revenues. And if the rich world doesn't want to pay revenues on pharma, not huge prices of course. We have compulsory licensing which allows you if the pharma is too greedy to actually expropriate the pharma, but not systematically expropriate the pharma. Now for LDCs it's different because for LDCs they don't have much money. And of course they should have that for free. So I will distinguish between two things. The rich world has to pay because otherwise they won't be anything. We could spend 20% on our people but we can't spend 1% or 0.7% on the rest of the world. 1% would pay for all the vaccines and some social support in the poorest countries and everything else. I find it a little appalling that hasn't happened. On the other hand, this highlights the fact that it's not that hard to make it happen. Financial. It seems fair. They're really fair from the point of view of equality in front of the tax system. And as Jean said, economists don't like loopholes. That we have a way of taxing those unrealized income. And some countries like the Netherlands used to have a tax on unrealized income. It's very difficult to put in place administratively. So if in fact you're thinking of a wealth tax that is above a certain amount of money, you're paying let's say 2% on your wealth, this is equivalent to about a half of the income that is generated by their wealth or even a third if it's 2%. Would it mean that rich people are against common good? I think in the end, I mean of course they can promote the common good by giving their wealth away. That's what Bill Gates and others have done. At the same time, it's very useful and they have done a good job. For example, with Gavi, I mean because they oversee actually the production process and they make sure sometimes that it's going to good use. But at the same time, you cannot generalize the system too much because otherwise really that means that those billionaires are actually doing the public policy. So there should be some of it but you have to do also. The government has to do its job.


CHAPTER 1 BLUE SQUILLS How many million April's came, before I ever knew? How white a cherry bow could be? A bit of squills? How blue? In many a dancing April, when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree.  Oh, hurt me, tree-end flower! Lest in the end death try to take, even this glistening hour! Oh, shaken flowers! Oh, shimmering trees! Oh, sunlit white and blue! Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, may bear the scar of you. STARS! Alone in the night on a dark hill with pines around me, spicy and still, and a heaven full of stars over my head, white in topaz and misty red, myriads with beating hearts of fire, the eons cannot vex or tire. Up the dome of heaven, like a great hill, I watch them marching stately and still, and I know that I am honored to be witness of so much majesty. What do I care? What do I care in the dreams and the langer of spring, that my songs do not show me at all?  I am an answer, they are only a call. But what do I care? For love will be over so soon. Let my heart have it, say, and my mind stand idly by, for my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent. It is my heart that makes my songs, not I. METALARKS! In the silver light after a storm, under dripping boughs of bright new green, I take the little path to hear the megalarks, alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen. What have I to fear in life or death, who have known three things, the kiss in the night, the white-flying joy when a song is born, and megalarks whistling in silver light? Driftwood! My forefathers gave me my spirit's shaken flame, the shape of hands, the beat of heart, the letters of my name. But it was my lovers, and not my sleeping sires, who gave the flame its changeful and iridescent fires. As the driftwood burning learned its jeweled blaze from the sea's blue splendor of colored nights and days, I have loved hours at sea. I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, the fragile secret of a flower, music, the making of a poem, that gave me heaven for an hour, first stars above a snowy hill, voices of people kindly and wise, and the great look of love, long hidden, found at last in meeting eyes. I have loved much, and been loved deeply. Oh, when my spirit's fire burns low, leave me the darkness and the stillness. I shall be tired and glad to go. August Moonrise The sun was gone and the moon was coming over the blue Connecticut hills. The west was rosy, the east was flushed, and over my head the swallows rushed, this way and that with changeful wills. I heard them twitter and watched them dart, now together and now apart, like dark petals blown from a tree. The maple stamped against the west were black and stately and full of rest, and the hazy orange moon grew up and slowly changed to yellow gold, while the hills were darkened, fold on fold, to a deeper blue than a flower could hold. Down the hill I went and then, I forgot the ways of men, for night-sense, heady and damp and cool, wakened next to see in me, on the brink of a shining pool. Oh, beauty, out of many a cup you have made me drunk and wild ever since I was a child, but when have I been sure as now that no bitterness can bend and no sorrow wholly bow, one who loves you to the end? And though I must give my breath and my laughter all to death and my eyes through which joy came and my heart a wavering flame. If all must leave me and go back along a blind and fearful track, so that you can make anew, fusing with intense or fire, something nearer your desire. If my soul must go alone, through a cold infinity, or even if it banish to, beauty, I have worshipped you, let this single hour atone for the theft of all of me. End of Chapter 1 Recording by Annalisa Bodker Chapter 2 Of Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teasdale This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Annalisa Bodker Memories Chapter 2 Places Places I love come back to me like music, hush me and heal me when I am very tired. I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming and a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired. And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley as for a kiss ungiven and long desired. I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton, a blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees. The ice-covered branches of the hemlock sparkle, bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze. And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snowcrust with the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees. Violet now, in veil, on veil of evening. The hills across from Cromwell grow dreamy and far. A woodthrush is singing soft as a vial in the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are. The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers and heaven is lighting star after star. Places I love come back to me like music, mid-ocean, midnight, the waves buzz drowsily. In the ships deep churning the eerie phosphorescence is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea. And I hear a man's voice, speaking, hushed, insistent, at midnight, in mid-ocean, hour on hour, to me. Old Tunes As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, float in the garden when no wind blows. Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows. So the old tunes float in my mind, and go from me leaving no trace behind, like fragrance born on the hush of the wind. But in the instant the airs remain, I know the laughter and the pain of times that will not come again. I try to catch at many a tune, like petals of light fallen from the moon, broken and bright on a dark lagoon. But they float away, for who can hold youth or perfume or the moon's gold? Only in sleep. Only in sleep I see their faces, children I played with when I was a child. Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep time is forgotten, what may have come to them, who can know. Yet we played last night as long ago, and the dollhouse stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild. Do they too dream of me, I wonder, and for them am I too a child? Redbirds. Redbirds, redbirds, long and long ago, what a honey-call you had in hills I used to know. Redbud, bugberry, wild plum tree, and proud river sweeping southward to the sea. Brown and gold in the sun, sparkling far below, trailing stately round her bluffs where the poplars grow. Redbirds, redbirds, are you singing still, as you sang one May day on Saxton's Hill? Sunset, St. Louis. Hushed in a smoky haze of summer sunset, when I came home again from far-off places, how many times I saw my western city dream by her river. Then for an hour the water wore a mantle of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise, under the tall and darkened arches bearing grey high-flung bridges. Against the sunset water-towers and steebles flickered with fire of the slope to westward, and old warehouses poured their purple shadows across the levee. High over them the black train swept with thunder, cleaving the city, leaving far beneath it, wharf-boats moored beside the old side-wheelers, resting in twilight. The coin. To my heart's treasury I slipped a coin, that time cannot take nor a thief perloin. Oh, better than the minting of a gold-crowned king is the safe-kept memory of a lovely thing. The Voice. Atoms as old as stars, mutation on mutation, millions and millions of cells dividing, yet still the same. From air and changing earth, from ancient eastern rivers, from turquoise tropic seas, unto myself I came. My spirit, like my flesh, sprang from a thousand sources, from cavemen, hunter and shepherd, from Carnac Cyprus Rome. The living thoughts in me spring from dead men and women, forgotten time out of mind, and many as bubbles of foam. Here for a moment's space, into the light out of darkness, I come, and they come with me, finding words with my breath. From the wisdom of many lifetimes I hear them cry. Forever, seek for beauty, she only fights with man against death. End of Chapter 2. RECORDING BY ANALYSA BODKER. In Warsaw, in Poland, half the world away, the one I love best of all, thought of me today. I know, for I went, winged as a bird, in the wide-flowing wind, his own voice I heard. His arms were round to me, in a ferny place, I looked in the pool, and there was his face. But now it is night, and the cold stars say, Warsaw, in Poland, is half the world away. COMPENSATION I should be glad of loneliness and hours that go on broken wings, a thirsty body, a tired heart, and the unchanging ache of things. But I could make a single song, as lovely and as full of light, as hushed and brief as a falling star, on a winter night. I remembered, there never was a mood of mine, gay or heartbroken, luminous or dull, but you could ease me of its fever and give it back to me more beautiful. In many another soul I broke the bread, and drank the wine, and played the happy guest. But I was lonely, I remembered you. The heart belongs to him, who knew it best.  How will hungry time put by the hours till then? But why does it anger my heart to long so, for one man out of the world of men? Oh I would live in myself only, and build my life lightly and still as a dream. Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts, and colored like stones in a running stream? The slow moon brightens in heaven, the stars are ready, the night is here. Oh why must I lose myself to love you, my dear? The return. He has come, he is here, my love has come home, the minutes are lighter than flying foam, the hours are like dancers on gold-slippered feet, the days are young runners naked in fleet, for my love has returned, he is home, he is here. In the whole world no other is dear as my dear. Gray eyes. It was April when you came the first time to me, and my first look in your eyes was like my first look at the sea. We have been together for April's now, watching for the green on the swaying willow bow. Yet whenever I turn to your gray eyes over me it is as though I looked for the first time at the sea. The net. I made you many and many a song, yet never one told all you are. It was as though a net of words were flung to catch a star. It was as though I curved my hand and dipped seawater eagerly, only to find it lost the blue dark splendor of the sea. The mystery. Your eyes drink of me, love makes them shine, your eyes that lean so close to mine. We have long been lovers, we know the range of each other's moods and how they change. But when we look at each other so, then we feel how little we know. The spirit eludes us, timid and free. Can I ever know you or you know me? End of Chapter 3. Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker. Chapter 4. A Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teasdale. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker. End of Chapter 4. Open Windows. Out of the window a sea of green trees lift their soft bows like the arms of a dancer. They beckon and call me, come out in the sun. But I cannot answer. I am alone with weakness and pain. Take a bed and June is going. I cannot keep her. She hurries by with the silver-green of her garments blowing. Men and women pass in the street, glad of the shining sapphire weather. But we know more of it than they, pain and I, together. They are the runners in the sun, breathless and blinded by the race. But we are watchers in the shade, who speak with wonder face to face. The new moon, day you have bruised and beaten me, as rain beats down the bright proud sea. Beaten my body, bruised my soul, left me nothing lovely or whole. Yet I have rested a gift from you, day that dies in dusky blue. Suddenly over the factories I saw a moon in the cloudy seas, a whisper beauty all alone, in a world as hard and gray as stone. Oh, who could be bitter and want to die when a maiden moon wakes up in the sky? Eight o'clock. Supper comes at five o'clock, at six the evening star. My lover comes at eight o'clock, but eight o'clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day, unless I watched to see, the clock hands laboring to bring, eight o'clock to me, lost things? Oh, I could let the world go by, its loud new wonders and its wars. But how will I give up the sky when winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, their changing customs and their creeds. But oh, the summer winds that blow in silver on the jewelweeds. Pain. Waves are the sea's white daughters and raindrops the children of rain.   The world is brimming with beauty, but I must stay at home, the broken field. My soul is a dark plowed field in the cold rain. My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain. Where grass and bending flowers were growing, the field lies broken now for another sowing. Great sower, when you tread, my field again, scatter the furrows there with bitter grain, the unseen. Death went up the hall, unseen by everyone, trailing twilight robes past the nurse and the nun. He paused at every door and listened to the breath of those who did not know how near they were to death. Death went up the hall, unseen by nurse and nun. He passed by many a door, but he entered one, a prayer. When I am dying, let me know that I loved the blowing snow, although it stung like whips. That I loved all lovely things and tried to take their stings with gay, unembedded lips. That I loved with all my strength to my soul's full depth and length, careless if my heart should break. That I sang as children sing, fitting tunes to everything, loving life for its own sake. Chapter 5 Spring torrents Will it always be like this until I am dead? Every spring must I bear it all again, with the first red haze of the budding maple boughs and the first sweet-smelling rain. Oh, I am like a rock in the rising river where the flooded water breaks with a low call, like a rock that knows the cry of the waters and cannot answer at all. I know the stars. I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, and I know the path they take of Heaven's broad-blue stair. I know the secrets of men by the look of their eyes, their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts have made me sad and wise. But your eyes are dark to me, though they seem to call and call. I cannot tell if you love me or do not love me at all. I know many things, but the years come and go. I shall die not knowing the thing I long to know, understanding. I understood the rest too well, and all their thoughts have come to be, clear as gray seaweed in the swell of a sunny shallow sea. But you I never understood. Your spirit's secret hides like gold, sunk in a Spanish galleon ages ago, in waters cold, nightfall. We will never walk again as we used to walk at night, watching our shadows lengthen under the gold streetlight when the snow was new and white. We will never walk again, slowly we too, in spring when the park is sweet, with midnight and with dew, and the passers-by are few.  It is not a word. It is not a word spoken. Few words are said, nor even a look of the eyes nor a bend of the head, but only a hush of the heart that has too much to keep. Only memories waking, that sleep so light asleep. My heart is heavy. My heart is heavy with many a song, like ripe fruit bearing down the tree. But I can never give you one. My songs do not belong to me. Yet in the evening, in the dusk, when balls go to and fro, in the great hour, if the fruit has fallen, take it, no one will know. The nights remember. The days remember, and the nights remember. The kingly hours that once you made so great, deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor, buried like sovereigns in their robes of state. Let them not wake again, better to lie there, wrapped in memories, jeweled and arrayed. Many a ghostly king has waked from death sleep and found his crown stolen and his throne decayed. Let it be forgotten. Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten, forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold. Let it be forgotten forever and ever. Time is a kind friend. He will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten, long and long ago, as a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall, in a long forgotten snow. End of chapter 5 Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker Chapter 6 A Delicate Fabric Of Birdsong Floats In The Air The smell of wet wild earth is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple The smell of wet wild earth is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple The smell of wet wild earth is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple are clenched like a hand, like girls at their first communion, the pear trees stand. Oh, I must pass nothing by without loving it much. The raindrops try with my lips, the grass with my touch. For how can I be sure I shall see again, the world on the first of May, shining after the rain, since there is no escape. Since there is no escape, since at the end, my body will be utterly destroyed, this hand I love as I have loved a friend, this body I tended, wept with and enjoyed. Since there is no escape, even for me, who love life with a love too sharp to bear, the scent of orchards in the rain, the sea, and ours alone, too still and sure for prayer. Since darkness waits for me, then all the more, let me go down as waves sweep to the shore, in pride, and let me sing with my last breath. In these few hours of light I lift my head, life is my lover, I shall leave the dead, if there is any way to baffle death, the dreams of my heart. The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, nothing stays with me long, but I have had from a child the deep solace of song. If that should ever leave me, let me find to death and stay, but things whose tunes are played out and forgotten, like the rain of yesterday, a little while. A little while when I am gone, my life will live in music after me, as spun foam lifted and borne on after the wave is lost in the full sea. A while these nights and days will burn, in song with the bright frailty of foam, living in light before they turn, back to the nothingness that is their home, the garden. My heart is a garden tired with autumn, heaped with bending asters and dahlia's heavy and dark. In the hazy sunshine the garden remembers April, the drench of rains and a snow drop, quick and clear as a spark, daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning, and golden tulips, goblets holding the rain. The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten, after the stillness will spring come again, the wine. I cannot die, who drank delight from the cup of the crescent moon, and hungrily as men eat breath, loved the scented nights of June. The rest may die, but is there not some shining, strange escape for me, who sought in beauty the bright wine of immortality in a Cuban garden? Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire, love me, my lover, life will not stay. The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind, a scarlet leaf is blowing away, a lizard lifts his head and listens, kiss me before the noon goes by, here in the shade of the seba hide me, from the great black vulture circling the sky, if I must go, if I must go to heaven's end, climbing the ages like a stair, being near me and forever bend, with the same eyes above me there. Time will fly past us like leaves flying, we shall not heed, for we shall be beyond living, beyond dying, knowing and known unchangeably. End of CHAPTER SIX I have been happy two weeks together. My love is coming home to me. Gold and silver is the weather, and smooth as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green, after three nights of humming rain, and in the valleys peck and preen, linets with a scarlet stain, high in the mountains all alone, the wild swans whistle on the lakes. But I have been, as still as stone, my heart sings, only when it breaks. White fog, heaven-invading hills are drowned, in wide-moving waves of mist, flocks before my door are wound, in dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet away the solid earth changes into melting cloud. There is a hush of pain and mirth, no bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, without the ground, without the sea, the one unchanging thing is I. Myself remains to comfort me. ARCTURUS Arcturus brings the spring back, as surely now as when. He rose on eastern islands, for grecian girls and men. The twilight is as clear a blue, the star as shaken and as bright, and the same thoughts he gave to them he gives to me tonight, moonlight. It will not hurt me when I am old, a running tide where moonlight burned, will not sting me like silver snakes, the years will make me sad and cold. It is the happy heart that breaks. The heart asks more than life can give, when that is learned, than all is learned. The waves break fold on jeweled fold, but beauty itself is fugitive. It will not hurt me when I am old. MORNING SONG A diamond of a morning waked me an hour too soon. Dawn had taken in the stars and left the faint white moon.  It is the same with me, but we have the world to roam over. Only the lonely are free. Gray fog. A fog drifts in, the heavy laden, cold white ghost of the sea. One by one the hills go out, the road and the pepper tree. I watch the fog float in at the window, with the whole world gone blind. Everything, even my longing, drowses, even the thoughts in my mind. I put my head on my hands before me. There is nothing left to be done or said. There is nothing to hope for. I am tired, and heavy as the dead. BELLS At six o'clock of an autumn dusk, with the sky in the west of rusty red, the bells of the mission down in the valley cry out that the day is dead. The first star pricks as sharp as steel. Why am I suddenly so cold? Three bells, each with a separate sound. Everything in the valley, we'rely told. Bells in Venice, bells at sea, bells in the valley, heavy and slow. There is no place over the crowded world, where I can forget that the days go. Lovely chance. Oh lovely chance, what can I do to give my gratefulness to you? You rise between myself and me with a wise persistency. I would have broken body and soul, but by your grace still I am whole. Many a thing you did to save me. Many a holy gift you gave me. Music and friends and happy love. More than my dearest dreaming of.  You brought me even here, where I live on a hill against the sky and look on mountains and the sea, and a thin white moon in the peppery tree. End of Chapter 7, Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker. Chapter 8 of Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teasdale. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker. Chapter 8. There Will Come Soft Raines. There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling with their shimmering sound, and frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white. Robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their whims on a low fence wire, and not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, if mankind perished utterly. And spring herself, when she woke at dawn, would scarcely know that we were gone in a garden. The world is resting without sound or motion. Behind the apple tree the sun goes down, painting with fire the spires and the windows in the elm-shaded town. Beyond the calm Connecticut the hills lie, silvered with haze as fruit still fresh with bloom. The swallows weave in flight across the zenith on an aerial loom. Into the garden peace comes back with twilight, peace that since noon had left the purple flocks, the heavy-headed asters, the late roses, and swaying hollyhocks. For at high noon I heard from this same garden the far-off murmur as when many come. Up from the village surged the blind and beating red music of a drum, and the hysterical sharp fight that shattered the brittle autumn air, while they came the young men marching past the village square. Across the calm Connecticut the hills change to violet, the veils of dusk are deep. Earth takes her children's many sorrows calmly and stills herself to sleep. Na-hant! Boat as an elm under the weight of its beauty. So earth is bowed, under her weight of splendor. Molten sea, richness of leaves and the burnished bronze of seagrasses. Fluffs in the cliff shelter the purple sand-peas and chicory flowers bluer than the ocean, blinging its foam high, white fire in sunshine, jewels of water. Joyous thunder of blown waves on the ledges make me forget war and the dark war sorrow. Against the sky a century paces the sea-cliff slim in his khaki. Winter stars. I went out at night alone, the young blood flowing beyond the sea seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings. I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head, from shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father's house, dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl, above another city's lights. Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too. The world's heart breaks beneath its wars. All things are changed, safe in the east, the faithful beauty of the stars. A boy. Out of the noise of tired people working, harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, his beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them. Fearless and shy the young unwearyed eyes.  Yet to have made this boy, he must be wise. Winter dusk. I watched the great clear twilight veiling the ice-bowed trees. Their branches tinkle faintly with crystal melodies. The larches bend their silver over the hush of snow. One star is lighted in the west, two in the zenith glow. For a moment I have forgotten wars and women who mourn. I think of the mother who bore me, and thank her that I was born. End of Chapter 8 Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker Chapter 9 Of Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teasdale The sleeper-box recording is in the public domain. Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker By the sea Chapter 9 The Unchanging Sun-swept beaches with the light wind blowing from the immense blue circle of the sea, and the soft thunder where long waves whiten. These were the same for Sappo as for me. Two thousand years, much has gone by forever. Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men, but here, on the beaches that time passes over, the heart aches now as then, June night.  How can I sleep while all around floats rainy fragrance and the far, deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground? O Earth, you gave me all I have. I love you, I love you, O what have I that I can give you in return, except my body after I die, like barley-bending, like barley-bending in low fields by the sea, singing in hard wind, ceaselessly, like barley-bending and rising again, so would I, unbroken, rise from pain. So would I softly, day-long, night-long, change my sorrow into song. O day of fire and sun, O day of fire and sun, pure as a naked flame, blue sea, blue sky, and done, sands, where he spoke my name, laughter and heart so high that the spirit flew off free, lifting into the sky, diving into the sea.  I thought of you. I thought of you and how you love this beauty, and walking up the long beach all alone, I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder, as you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me the cold and sparkling silver of the sea. We too will pass through death and ages lengthen, before you hear that sound again with me, on the dunes. If there is any life when death is over, these tawny beaches will know much of me. I shall come back as constant and as changeful, as the unchanging, many-colored sea. If life was small, if it has made me scornful, forgive me, I shall straighten like a flame in the great calm of death, and if you want me, stand on the seaward dunes and call my name. Spray. I knew you thought of me all night. I knew, though you were far away, I felt your love blow over me, as if a dark wind-riven sea drenched me with quivering spray. There are so many ways to love, and each way has its own delight, than be content to come to me. Only a spray, the beating sea, drives inland through the night. If death is kind, perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning, we will come back to earth some fragrant night, and take these lanes to find the sea and bending, breathe the same honeysuckle low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches and the long, gentle thunder of the sea. Here, for a single hour in the wide starlight, we shall be happy, for the dead are free. CHAPTER 10 Thoughts When I am all alone, envy me most, then my thoughts flutter round me in a glimmering host, some dressed in silver, some dressed in white, each like a taper, blossoming light. Most of them merry, some of them grave, each of them lie, as willows that wave, some bearing violets, some bearing bay, one with the burning rose hidden away. When I am all alone, envy me then, for I have better friends than women and men. FACES People that I meet and pass in the city's broken roar, faces that I lose so soon and have never found before. Do you know how much you tell, in a meeting of our eyes, how ashamed I am and sad to have pierced your poor disguise, secrets rushing without sound, crying from your hiding places? Let me go, I cannot bear the sorrow of the passing faces. People in the restless street, can it be, oh, can it be, in a meeting of our eyes, that you know as much of me? Evening, New York, blue dust of evening over my city, over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers, where the window lights, myriads and myriads, bloom from the walls like climbing flowers, snowfall. She can't be unhappy, you said.  Is she unhappy? you said. But who has ever known another's heartbreak? All he can know is his own. And she seems hushed to me, as hushed as though her heart were a hunter's fire, smothered in snow. The silent battle, in memory of J. W. T. Jr. He was a soldier in that fight, where there is neither flag nor drum, and without the sound of musketry, the stealthy foemen come. Year in, year out, by day and night, they forced him to a slow retreat. And for his gallant fight alone, no fife was blown, and no drum beat. In winter fog, in gathering mist, the gray grim battle had its end. And at the very last, we knew, his enemy had turned his friend, the sanctuary.  If I could keep a sanctuary there, free, even a prayer. If I could do this, then, with quiet candor, as I grew more wise, I could look even at God with grave forgiving eyes, at sea. In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely, on the deck of a ship, rising, falling, wild night around me, wild water under me, whipped by the storm, screaming and calling. Earth is hostile, and the sea hostile. Why do I look for a place to rest? I must fight always and die fighting, with fear and unhealing wound in my breast. Dust. When I went to look at what had long been hidden, a jewel laid long ago in a secret place, I trembled, for I thought to see its dark, deep fire, but only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.  It is strange how often a heart must be broken, before the years can make it wise. The long hill. I must have passed the crest a while ago, and now I am going down. Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know, but the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown. All the morning I thought how proud I should be, to stand there, straight as a queen, wrapped in the wind, and the sun, and the world under me. But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen. It was nearly level, along the beaten track, and the brambles caught in my gown. And it's no use now to think of turning back. The rest of the way will be only going down. End of Chapter 10, Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker, Chapter 11 of Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teasdale. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker, Chapter 11, The panther wind leaps out of the night. The snake of lightning is twisting and white. The lion of thunder roars and we sit still and content under a tree. We have met fate together and love and pain. Why should we fear the wrath of the rain? In the end, all that could never be said, all that could never be done. Wait for us at last, somewhere back of the sun. All the heart broke to forego shall be ours without pain. We shall take them as lightly as girls, pluck flowers after rain. And when they are ours in the end, perhaps after all, the skies will not open for us, nor heaven be there at our call. It will not change. It will not change now. After so many years, life has not broken it with parting or tears. Death will not alter it. It will live on in all my songs for you when I am gone. Change. Remember me as I was then. Turn from me now, but always see the laughing shadowy girl who stood at midnight by the flowering tree, with eyes that love had made as bright as the trembling stars of the summer night. Turn from me now, but always hear the muted laughter in the dew of that one year of youth we had, the only youth we ever knew. Turn from me now or you will see what other years have done to me. Water lilies. If you have forgotten water lilies floating on a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade, if you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance, then you can return and not be afraid. But if you remember, then turn away forever to the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart. There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies and the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart. Did you never know? Did you never know long ago how much you loved me, that your love would never lessen and never go? You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted. You were too young to know. Fate is a wind and red leaves fly before it, far apart, far away in the gusty time of year. seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking, I know your secret, my dear, my dear, the treasure. When they see my songs, they will sigh and say, poor soul, wistful soul, lonely night and day. They will never know all your love for me, sureer than the spring, stronger than the sea, hidden out of sight, like a miser's gold in forsaken fields where the wind is cold. The storm. I thought of you when I was awakened by a wind that made me glad and afraid of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea that the great trees made. One thought in my mind went over and over, while the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned. I thought it was you who had come to find me. You were the wind. End of Chapter 11 Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker Chapter 12 of Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teestale This Libra box recording is in the public domain. Recording by Anna-Lisa Bodker Songs for Myself Chapter 12 The Tree Oh, to be free of myself with nothing left to remember, to have my heart as bare as a tree in December. Resting as a tree rests after its leaves are gone, waiting no more for a rain at night, nor for the red at dawn. But still, oh so still, while the winds come and go with no more fear of the hard frost or the bright burden of snow, and heedless, heedless, if anyone should pass and see on the white page of the sky its thin black tracery at midnight. Now at last I have come to see what life is. Nothing has ever ended. Everything only begun, and the brave victories that seem so splendid are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit's house for comes like a brooding and baffled guest, and music and men's praise and even laughter are not so good as rest. Song making My heart cried like a beaten child, ceaselessly all night long. I had to take my own cries and thread them into a song.  My heart was like a beaten child, but no one ever knew. Life, you have put me in your debt, and I must serve you long. But oh, the debt is terrible, that must be paid in song. Alone. I am alone in spite of love, in spite of all I take and give, in spite of all your tenderness. Sometimes I am not glad to live. I am alone, as though I stood on the highest peak of the tired gray world, about me only swirling snow, above me endless space unfurled, with earth hidden and heaven hidden, and only my own spirit's pride to keep me from the peace of those who are not lonely, having died. Red Maples In the last year I have learned how few men are worth my trust. I have seen the friend I loved struck by death into the dust. And fears I never knew before have knocked and knocked upon my door. I shall hope little and ask for less, I said, there is no happiness. I have grown wise at last, but how can I hide the gleam on the willow bell, or keep the fragrance out of the rain, now that April is here again? When Maples stand in a haze of fire, what can I say to the old desire? What shall I do with the joy in me that is born out of agony? Dettor. So long as my spirit still is glad of breath, and lifts its plumes of pride in the dark face of death, while I am curious still of love and fame, keeping my heart too high for the years to tame. How can I quarrel with fate since I see? I am a debtor to life, not life to me, the wind in the hemlock. Steely stars and moon of brass, how mockingly you watch me pass. You know as well as I how soon I shall be blind to stars and moon, deaf to the wind in the hemlock tree, dumb when the brown earth weighs on me. With envious dark rage I bear, stars, your cold complacent stare, heartbroken in my hate-look-up, moon, at your clear immortal cup, changing to gold from dusky red, age after age, when I am dead. To be filled up with light and then, emptied, to be refilled again. What has man done that only he is slave to death so brutally, beat him back into the earth, impatient for him since his birth?  Hemlock, through your fragrant boughs, there moves no anger and no doubt, no envy of immortal things. The night wind murmurs of the sea, with veiled music ceaselessly, that too my shaken spirit sings. From their frail nest the robins rouse, in your pungent darkness stir, twittering a low drowsy word, and me, you shelter, even me. In your quietness you house, the wind, the woman, and the bird. You speak to me and I have heard. If I am peaceful, I shall see, beauty's face continually, feeding on her wine and bread. I shall be wholly comforted, for she can make one day for me, rich as my lost eternity. End of Chapter 12, recording by Annalisa Bodker. End of Flame and Shadow by Sarah Teesdale


From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny Duller Where you been Quintana? You were supposed to contact me again later last night What's complicated about it? I'm looking for a guy named Tom Chase you claim he's here in New Orleans under the name Tom James For 500 bucks. You'll tell me where he's hiding. I think you're stalling Yeah, it's Chase's handwriting all right Asus castle be there though, okay, but you'd better produce Quintana. I don't have much time Tonight and every weekday night Bob Bailey in the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator does truly Johnny dollar From special investigator Johnny dollar location New Orleans to the Home Office Universal Adjustment Bureau Hartford, Connecticut Assignment the phantom chase matter expense account continues item 8 425 long-distance call to Pat McCracken at Universal Adjustment Bureau in Hartford Pat agreed that 500 was a small price to pay if it got us a man who'd embezzled 120,000 from a New York investment outfit Item 9 370 phone call to George Everson senior partner of the investment outfit in New York It was Everson who'd spotted a newspaper picture of a New Orleans bar with a man in the background who looked to him like Chase Everson had been afraid he was sending me on a wild goose chase and he was happy to hear his wild goose had just laid a golden egg Item 10 $2 assorted newspapers and magazines to kill time Yeah, there was nothing I could do until I met Freddy Quintana at Asus Castle at 10 p.m Pumps Harker the trumpet player at Asus Castle that told me Freddy was a bad one, but right now he was my only lead The day dragged on finally it got dark and I was just starting to think about dinner. Hello Johnny Lola Chase may I come in? Well, yeah, sure come on Well, what are you doing here? Lola? I I thought you were in New York George Everson told me about your phone call to him this morning That you think Tom is here in New Orleans. Well, yeah Everson said he hadn't told you about the newspaper picture before because he didn't want to get your hopes up I know he explained. I got a plane down here right away. Yeah Well, I'm not sure that was a good idea Lola. I Doubt very much if there's anything you can do. I thought if you do find Tom If I could just talk to him Maybe I could get him to see that the only thing for him to do is give himself up and return the money Oh, I wouldn't count on that Johnny. I had to come He's still my husband. Yeah George Everson didn't go into details about the newspaper picture. Oh, there was an article on New Orleans Jazz one of the New York papers a few days back and it showed a bar scene a place called aces castle And in the background sitting at the bar with his face turned away was a man George thought might be your husband So I came down here. Now you have proof he's here. I Think so. What kind of proof? Johnny, please tell me Okay But I'm not sure you want to see it Lola Go ahead Well last night an aces castle a carry-to-name Freddie Quintana contacted me told me he thought he had Tom peg that he was going under the name of Tom James James that's his middle name. Yeah the kind of alias a lot of people use That's not proof of anything. Oh, I know Then Quintana showed me a letter he'd stolen from Tom's room an unfinished letter. I Checked it against the sample of Tom's writing. I'd brought with me It looks pretty genuine. What kind of letter? To you Please May I see it? Yeah Lola When you get this I'll be far away Don't try to find me. It's better that way I don't know how to explain I'm sorry That's Tom's writing Johnny. Yeah What happens now? Oh, I'm supposed to meet Freddie Quintana at aces castle down on the quarter at 10 o'clock tonight I want to come with you. Please Johnny Expensive count item 11 a 20 dinner for Lola and me She didn't say much during the meal. I I guess there wasn't much for her to say Afterward we started walking through the quarter toward aces castle It's interesting around here Johnny. Oh, yeah the quarter hasn't changed much. You've been here before a couple years ago Funny, what is you in a job like this? Why you? Well, I don't know You just don't look like a person who spends most of his time looking for Fugitives and criminals it seems like such a strange job for you. Oh, that's a job. Do you like it? Oh, I don't know Sometimes I like it a lot Sometimes I don't like it at all like now like Thanks, Johnny for what for feeling that way Well, I guess it's my turn to say funny What about you're asking about? Well pops Harker seemed to think I was in the wrong job to who pops Harker an old fellow plays trumpet at aces castle You'll hear him. He's blind. Oh Yeah, that horn of his has to make up for a lot, but why did he think you're in the wrong job? Mostly because of the company. I sometimes have to keep like Freddie Quintana. Oh I hate to see things work out like this. What's that mean? I mean Finding Tom this way through a cheap information peddler like this Quintana If he'd only turn himself in I'm afraid that's a pretty remote possibility. I know He seems to have forgotten what sort of a person he was After his arrest he wouldn't even talk to me about it. I Guess he's forgotten a lot of other things too All right, come on Lola. Let's ace his castle right ahead You think Tom will be there. I doubt it probably just Quintana But he's supposed to tell me where your husband is hiding Here we are That must be pops Harker over there in the band with the dark glasses. Yeah, that's him. Come on that corner, too This is the place in the newspaper picture. Yeah Yes, I Can believe Tom's been here Love this kind of music Real nice pops Oh pretty good Johnny. I thought you said he is he recognized my voice Pretty Quintana free to have two pops. I'm not enjoying it particular thing You stick to the good ones daddy. Don't mess with the battles gossiping about me pops Oh Quintana. Oh, why don't you keep your face in that horn and out of the people's business it easy Quintana? Mr. Della still be blown away this year how long after some folks could breathe. Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure Who's the dame don't worry about it Freddy? Let's just say she's with me. Okay. Okay.  It's all set. Oh, yeah, I got this chase on ice for you He thinks I'm arranging passage for him on a boat out of here with no questions. That's cruel easy Businesses business. Where is he now? Let's not get noses sweetie.  Yeah, so just stick to business. Okay.  Yeah, he's sure not the best Johnny. Let me go with you at midnight I don't think that'll be a very good idea. Lola. Please why? Just say I'm pretty foolish. I guess I I Just want to see him once more. Look, why don't you? I? Know it won't do any good, but after you Take him. I Probably won't see him again. He wouldn't see me before probably won't afterwards, but Just to see him once more. I don't know what I'd like to go back to my hotel and rest now, but Please pick me up before you go to Quintana's room Johnny Okay, what are this is the address Lola Quintana's rooming house It's an awfully shabby place the perfect spot for Quintana. What time is it? Five minutes to 12. All right. Let's go in number eight. Let's see. Oh, here it is Okay, we won't knock there's Nobody here Johnny. Well, we're a little early Okay, we'll wait so we waited Fifteen minutes went by Half an hour I think he was just playing some sort of fiendish joke on his turn. I've been stood up on deals like this before But Lola wasn't used to it pretty soon the strain got a little too much for please Johnny up. I can't stand this anymore Take me back to my hotel. So I did Now I was right back where I started from with no leads. I Decided to go back to Waces Castle. That's where the trailer started I sat there for a few minutes nursing and drink then somebody slid into the chair across from me You Janet dollar Yeah, that's right Who are you? Lieutenant Lafayette and Orleans, please. Oh What can I do for you lieutenant? How long you been here, sir a few minutes. Oh Weren't you in here early?  What's this all about? You don't mind just answer the questions Who was this somebody went to see a character named Quentin?  Well, well, that's a sort of a long story. Look, here's my car lieutenant Jones investigate You might come with me miss down. Oh where to back Was a woman with you early on yes, Mrs. Lola chase I took her back to a hotel before I came back here again I see Into the alley. What's this all about lieutenant? Go ahead down take look There were two policemen and a photographer in the alley over near a doorway. I moved in close a man was sprawled their face up Freddie Quintana and he didn't look mean and nasty anymore Just real tired Real dead now. Here's our star to tell you about the next exciting episode of this story Somehow I managed to parlay a scrap of burnt paper into a plane ticket for what almost turns out to be a one-way trip Join us. Won't you yours truly Johnny dollar the Johnny dollars starring Bob Bailey is transcribed in Hollywood Written by Robert Reif. It is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone Be sure to join us tomorrow night same time and station for the next exciting episode of yours truly Johnny dollar Roy Rowan speaking


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