overtaken by the morning

In the longer Quixote piece, there were several of these smaller bits, which I thought of as something like "those messed up abstract night sections." Messed up because, unlike the following one, most had copious quantities of footnotes. I chose this one because for whatever reason Copy/Cut/Paste doesn't seem to work with footnotes, and the task was too daunting to recreate them for one of the weirder sections.

overtaken by the morning*

at twilight night begins at twilight.

such beautiful terror all this

beautiful.

day’s dust settles in a thicket not far

not far from a great and shadowy building looms

not far from twilight

such beautiful twilight.

not there yet in a thicket

of oaks not far from the gate in a thicket

night is pulled on its course by the old

alonso quixano

resting in some thicket

of oaks listening to barking dogs cats mewing of

resting in some thicket of oaks young,

plump man, eyes exhausted by day’s light, on a donkey

stars and day’s dust.

from the gates, not far from shadowy thickets of

thickets of oak trees a moon a man

a moon, exhausted by the day’s light

the building that casts the shadow

where where is it?

the palace dogs, dogs barking

toboso.

that great shadowy tree.

where is the palace of dulcinea?

that great shadowy ¿where? toboso, yes!  but

toboso, silent, and lying

with outstretched legs

eyes , exhausted by the day’s light watch.

where is the palace of dulcinea? 

far far from the gate far

from the thicket that great and shadowy building

that great embowery building casts the shadow.

and sancho

the plump

ventures forth on his donkey

passes oak trees

and gates

hears the barking of dogs and grunting of hogs

sancho pulls the moon across the sky

    draws the moon along its course

  while the night’s dust

cools, and settles.

* Ibid., p. 614.