They hit the balls so I could look for them
I looked for balls and quarters by the fence
I looked at Luster, hunting in the grass
I saw him throw the flag; he said I moaned
I opened up the gate and caught the girl
She screamed and then I climbed a hill to cry
I tried to keep from falling off the hill
I fell into the bright and whirling shapes
She smelled like trees, she didn’t smell like trees
She put her arms around; I went away
When Caddy comes it’s Christmas, Santy Claus
When Caddy hushes Maury, Mother’s sick
When Dilsey tells us all to go to sleep
The dark begins to go in smooth, bright shapes.