vw waves section 1 Flashcards
[Louis] but let me be unseen. I am green as a yew tree in the shade of the hedge
my hai is made of leaves. I am rooted in the middle of the earth
[Jinny] What moved the leaves?
what moves my heart, my legs?
[Jinny] and I kissed you, with my heart jumping
under my pink dress like the leaves, which go on moving though there is nothing to move them
[Susan] I will take my anguish and lay it upon the roots under the beech trees. I will examine it and take it between my fingers
they will not find me. I shall eat nuts and peer for eggs through the brambles and my hair will be matted and I shall sleep under hedges and drink water from ditches and die there
[bernard] she has passed the tool house door with her handkerchief screwed into a ball. she was not crying but her eyes, which are so beautiful,
were narrow as cats’ eyes before they spring. I shall follow her
she thinks she is unseen: she begins to run
with her fists clinched in front of her
Susan has spread her anguish out
her pocket handkerchief is laid on the roots of the beech trees and she sobs, sitting crumpled where she has fallen
she danced in flecked diamonds as
dusts
the yellow warmth in my side turned to stone when I saw Jenny Kiss Louis
I shall eat grass and die in a ditch in the brown water where dead leaves have rotted
I hear nothing
that is only the murmur of the wind in the air
[Roada with petals] and I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my
ships may ride the waves
[Roada] they have scattered they have foundered, all except my ship which
mounts the wave and sweeps before the gale and reaches the island where the parrots chatter and the creepers…
[Neville] now we must drop our toys now we must go in together
the copy-books are laid out side by side on the treen baize table
[Louis] My father is a banker in Brisbane and I speak with an Australian accent. I will wait and copy
Bernard. he is English. they are all English
my roots are threaded like fibres in a flower pot, round and round about the world
I do not wish to come to the top and live in the light of this great clock, yellow-faced, which ticks and ticks