Crass Rays Streaming From The Vestibules; Cafes Glittering Like Jeweled Teeth; High-Flung Signs Blinking Yellow Phosphorescent Eyes; Girls In Black Circling Monotonously About The Orange Lights... Nothing To Guess At... Save The Darkness Above Crouching Like A Great Cat. In The Dim-Lit Square, Where Dishevelled Trees Tustle With The Wind - The Wind Like A Scythe Mowing Their Last Leaves - Arcs Shimmering Through A Greenish Haze - Pale Oval Arcs Like Ailing Virgins, Each Out Of A Halo Circumscribed, Pallidly Staring... Figures Drift Upon The Benches With No More Rustle Than A Dropped Leaf Settling - Slovenly Figures Like Untied Parcels, And Papers Wrapped About Their Knees Huddled One To The Other, Cringing To The Wind - The Sided Wind, Leaving No Breach Untried... So Many And All So Still... The Fountain Slobbering Its Stone Basin Is Louder Than They - Flotsam Of The Five Oceans Here On This Raft Of The World. This Old Man'S Head Has Found A Woman'S Shoulder. The Wind Juggles With Her Shawl That Flaps About Them Like A Sail, And Splashes Her Red Faded Hair Over The Salt Stubble Of His Chin. A Light Foam Is On His Lips, As Though Dreams Surged In Him Breaking And Ebbing Away... And The Bare Boughs Shuffle Above Him And The Twigs Rattle Like Dice... She - Diffused Like A Broken Beetle - Sprawls Without Grace, Her Face Gray As Asphalt, Her Jaws Sagging As On Loosened Hinges... Shadows Ply About Her Mouth - Nimble Shadows Out Of The Jigging Tree, That Dances Above Her Its Dance Of Dry Bones. Ii A Uniformed Front, Paunched; A Glance Like A Blow, The Swing Of An Arm, Verved, Vigorous; Boot-Heels Clanking In Metallic Rhythm; The Blows Of A Baton, Quick, Staccato... - There Is A Rustling Along The Benches As Of Dried Leaves Raked Over... And The Old Man Lifts A Shaking Palsied Hand, Tucking The Displaced Paper About His Knees. Colder... And A Frost Under Foot, Acid, Corroding, Eating Through Worn Bootsoles. Drab Forms Blur Into Greenish Vapor. Through Boughs Like Cross-Bones, Pale Arcs Flare And Shiver Like Lilies In A Wind. High Over Broadway A Far-Flung Sign Glitters In Indigo Darkness And Spurts Again Rhythmically, Spraying Great Drops Red As A Hemorrhage.