ШЕЙД, Сибилла, жена Ш., passim.

ШЕЙД, Хэйзель, дочь Ш., 1934–1957 гг.; заслуживает глубокое уважение за то, что предпочла красоту смерти уродству жизни; домашнее привидение, [230]; заколдованный амбар, [347].

ЭМБЛА, старый городок с деревянной церковью, окруженный торфяными болотами, в самой печальной, самой одинокой, самой северной точке туманного полуострова, [149],[433].

ЭМБЛЕМА, по-земблянски означает «цветущая», красивый залив с синеватыми и черными, любопытно полосатыми скалами и роскошной порослью вереска на пологих склонах, в самой южной части Западной Зембли, [433].

ЯРУГА, королева, царствовала в 1799–1800 гг., сестра Урана (q. v.); утонула в проруби вместе со своим русским любовником во время традиционных новогодних празднеств, [681].

ЯЧЕЙКА яшмы, Зембля, далекая северная страна.

[001] I was the shadow of the waxwing slain

By the false azure in the windowpane;

I was the smudge of ashen fluff — and I

Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.

And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate

Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:

Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass

Hang all the furniture above the grass,

And how delightful when a fall of snow

[010] Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so

As to make chair and bed exactly stand

Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!

Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake

Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque,

A dull dark white against the day's pale white

And abstract larches in the neutral light.

And then the gradual and dual blue

As night unites the viewer and the view,

And in the morning, diamonds of frost

[020] Express amazement: Whose spurred feet have crossed

From left to right the blank page of the road?

Reading from left to right in winter's code:

A dot, an arrow pointing back; repeat:

Dot, arrow pointing back… A pheasant's feet!

Torquated beauty, sublimated grouse,

Finding your China right behind my house.

Was he in Sherlock Holmes, the fellow whose

Tracks pointed back when he reversed his shoes?

All colors made me happy: even gray.

[030] My eyes were such that literally they

Took photographs. Whenever I'd permit,

Or, with a silent shiver, order it,

Whatever in my field of vision dwelt —

An indoor scene, hickory leaves, the svelte

Stilettos of a frozen stillicide —

Was printed on my eyelids' nether side

Where it would tarry for an hour or two,

And while this lasted all I had to do

Was close my eyes to reproduce the leaves,

[040] Or indoor scene, or trophies of the eaves.

I cannot understand why from the lake

I could make out our front porch when I'd take

Lake Road to school, whilst now, although no tree

Has intervened, I look but fail to see

Even the roof. Maybe some quirk in space

Has caused a fold or furrow to displace

The fragile vista, the frame house between

Goldsworth and Wordsmith on its square of green.

I had a favorite young shagbark there

[050] With ample dark jade leaves and a black, spare,

Vermiculated trunk. The setting sun

Bronzed the black bark, around which, like undone

Garlands, the shadows of the foliage fell.

It is now stout and rough; it has done well.

White butterflies turn lavender as they

Pass through its shade where gently seems to sway

The phantom of my little daughter's swing.

The house itself is much the same. One wing

We've had revamped. There's a solarium. There's

[060] A picture window flanked with fancy chairs.

TV's huge paperclip now shines instead

Of the stiff vane so often visited

By the naïve, the gauzy mockingbird

Retelling all the programs that she had heard;

Switching from chippo-chippo to a clear

To-wee, to-wee; then rasping out: come here,

Come here, come herrr'; flirting her tail aloft,

Or gracefully indulging in a soft

Upward hop-flop, and instantly (to-wee!)

[070] Returning to her perch — the new TV.

I was an infant when my parents died.

They both were ornithologists. I've tried

So often to evoke them that today

I have a thousand parents. Sadly they

Dissolve in their own virtues and recede,

But certain words, chance words I hear or read,

Such as «bad heart» always to him refer,

And «cancer of the pancreas» to her.

A preterist: one who collects cold nests.

[080] Here was my bedroom, now reserved for guests.

Here, tucked away by the Canadian maid,

I listened to the buzz downstairs and prayed

For everybody to be always well,

Uncles and aunts, the maid, her niece Adéle,