THE BUREAU
by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)
 N anger,
in irritation, in argument, what happens to you and me?
- Something fine weaving us round is torn open.
- Something fine permeating us is drawn from the veins.
- Presences waiting to understand us retreat to a farther ante-room
of us.
- Little cells are incommunicably sealed.
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- All this happened to me and some strange progress was halted
until something in me could be repaired.
- The whole race halted with me.
- The light of the remotest star, do you imagine that it did
not know?
- Innumerable influences ceased to pour upon us all.
- And it was because someone left the attic window open and
it had rained on an old bureau.
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"The Bureau" is reprinted
from The Secret Way. Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co.,
1921. |
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