The waves

Woolf, Virginia

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Monografie

Persistenter Identifier:: 1467618455069

Titel:: Die Logik der Dichtung

Autor:: Hamburger, Käte

Verleger/Verlag:: Klett

Erscheinungsort:: Stuttgart [u.a.]

Erscheinungsjahr:: 1957

Umfang:: 255 S.

Sprache:: deutsch

Strukturtyp:: Monografie

Standort:: Universitätsbibliothek Stuttgart

Signatur:: 2L 2061

Lizenz:: http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC/1.0/

Kapitel

Titel:: Die logischen Grundlagen

Strukturtyp:: Kapitel

Kapitel

Titel:: II. Die logischen Ichbegriffe

Strukturtyp:: Kapitel

THE WAVES 17 ment, pinching raw meat with thick fingers. The structure is visible. We have made a dwelling-place. “ These, then, are the flowers that grow among the rough grasses of the field which the cows trample, wind-bitten, almost deformed, without fruit or blossom. These are what I bring, torn up by the roots from the pavement of Oxford Street, my penny bunch, my penny bunch of violets. Now from the window of the tram I see masts among chimneys ; there is the river ; there are ships that sail to India. I will walk by the river. I will pace this embankment, where an old man reads a newspaper in a glass shelter. I will pace this terrace and watch the ships bowling down the tide. A woman walks on deck, with a dog barking round her. Her skirts are blown ; her hair is blown ; they are going out to sea ; they are leaving us ; they are vanishing this summer evening. Now I will relinquish ; now I will let loose. Now I will at last free the checked, the jerked-back desire to be spent, to be consumed. We will gallop together over desert hills where the swallow dips her wings in dark pools and the pillars stand entire. Into the wave that dashes upon the shore, into the wave that flings its white foam to the uttermost corners of the earth, I throw my violets, my offering to Percival.” The sun no longer stood in the middle of the sky. Its light slanted, falling obliquely. Flere it canght on the edge of a clond and burnt it into a slice of light, a blazing island on which no foot conld rest. Then another cloud was canght in the light and another and another, so that the waves beneath were arrow-struck with fiery feathered darts that shot erratically across the quivering blue. The topmost leaves of the tree were crisped in the sun. They iT H

THE WAVES rustled stiffly in the random breeze. The birds sat still save that they flicked their beads sharply from side to side. Now they paused in their song as if glutted with sound, as if the fullness of midday bad gorged them. The dragon-fly poised motionless over a reed, then shot its blue stitch further through the air. The far bum in the distance seemed made of the broken tremor of fine wings dancing up and down on the horizon. The river water held the reeds now fixed as if glass bad hardened round them ; and then the glass wavered and the reeds swept low. Pondering, sunken headed, the cattle stood in the fields and cumbrously moved one foot and then another. In the bucket near the bouse the tap stopped dripping, as if the bucket were full, and then the tap dripped one, two, three separate drops in succession. The windows showed erratically spots of burning fire, the elbow of one branch, and then some tranquil space of pure clarity. The blind hung red at the window's edge and within the room daggers of light fell upon chairs and tables making cracks across their lacquer and polish. The green pot bulged enormously, with its white window elongated in its side. Light driving darkness before it spilt itself profusely upon the corners and bosses ; and yet heaped up darkness in mounds of unmoulded shape. The waves massed themselves, curved their backs and crashed. Up spurted stones and shingle. They swept round the rocks, and the spray, leaping high, spattered the walls of a cave that had been dry before, and left pools inland, where some fish stranded lashed its tail as the wave drew back. “I HAVE signed my name,” said Louis, ** already twenty times. 1, and again I, and again I. Clear, firm, unequivocal, there it stands, my name. Clear-cut and unequivocal am I too. Yet a vast inheritance of experience is packed in me, I have lived 118

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