SUN-UP

II
monologues

Jaguar
wild Duck
the dream
Altitude
comrades
nocturne
cactus seed

III
windows

Time-stone
Train window
scandal
electricity
skyscrapers
wall street at night
East river

IV
secrets

Interim
after storm
secrets
potpourri
thaw

V
portraits

Mother
E.S. 
H.
O.F.T. 
E.A.R.

VI
Sons of Belial

SONS OF BELIAL

VII
Reveille

In Harness
Reveille
to Alexander Berkman
Emma Goldman
an old Workman
to Larkin
wind rising in the alleys

SUN-UP

(Shadows over a cradle... fire-light craning....  A hand throws something in the fire and a smaller hand runs into the flame and out again, singed and empty....  Shadows settling over a cradle... two hands and a fire.)

I

CELIA

Cherry, cherry,
glowing on the hearth,
bright red cherry.... 
When you try to pick up cherry
Celia’s shriek
sticks in you like a pin.

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When God throws hailstones you cuddle in Celia’s shawl and press your feet on her belly high up like a stool.  When Celia makes umbrella of her hand.  Rain falls through big pink spokes of her fingers.  When wind blows Celia’s gown up off her legs she runs under pillars of the bank—­ great round pillars of the bank have on white stockings too.

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Celia says my father will bring me a golden bowl.  When I think of my father I cannot see him for the big yellow bowl like the moon with two handles he carries in front of him.

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Grandpa, grandpa...  (Light all about you... ginger... pouring out of green jars...) You don’t believe he has gone away and left his great coat... so you pretend... you see his face up in the ceiling.  When you clap your hands and cry, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, Celia crosses herself.

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