Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP at the heart of his^Frieden" his "Ruhe". Dn hist mein Grab, we remember the song continues and we see now its apphcation. He has betrayed the secret of the under-world to a mortal and the spectre, looking athletic and determined, has his hand on the bell rope. He will ring and the man knows that he must vanish. It is the man now who is completely at the will of the shadow. Du meine Herzen, dit mein Rtihe. Baldwin climbing back to his old poor surroundings knows that he is conquered. Baldwin the apparent man, that is. There is something indomitable left, symbolized by the httle silver cross that his Lady has given him on that first dramatic meeting in the bare fields. He had saved her life (for all there was distorted magic in it) and the Httle cross was his reward. Tapestries, laden baskets, the minuet and ladies with lovely ankles, all that came, was swept aside by the pursuing shadow and lost simply. A vision is not so easily rehnquished, says the tried soul. I have lost everything says Baldwin but not one thing. Raising himself on one elbow along the splintered glass, he reahses that his death has brought him his fulfillment. More than his lad\^ more than his steel blade, himself. Baldwin, dying, clasps a broken edge of triangulated glass to his stained breast. Containing his image simpty. A tiny provincial lake-side cinema. . .a small room, by luck I have got a front seat on the httle balcony at the room's rear. Languages filter into my consciousness. French ? German ? I have been following the sub-titles in these languages. A tired language, an effete language, not French, 43