"During the days and weeks I was working on this play I used to dream about translating. One night I dreamed that the text of the play was a big solid glass house. I gloated above the house trying to zero in on v. 363. I was carrying in my hands wrapped in a piece of black cloth the perfect English equivalent for lupein and I kept trying to force myself down through the glass atmosphere of the house to position this word in its right place. But there was an upward pressure as heavy as water. I couldn't move down, I swam helplessly back and forth on the surface of the transparency, waving my black object and staring down at the text through fathoms of glass."

ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ sidewinds away no longer
blood in this I try to say when it goes I go too or slip
lose routine
time measured by moon now light always clawing off it

"A.M. dread"

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wane. earth pushing back
stones do not want me. do not want