Part 5 (2/2)

I answer . . . hardly ever!

Figment

It's snowing feathers to-day.

Bits of maribou From some very frivolous angel's Bed-Jacket!

Unbiased Comment

Small furry creatures part with life To deck each plutocratic wife.

And many a tender throat is wrapt In silky softness someone trapped.

I don't condemn this savage rite Nor wince to see the endless sight Of lovely ladies wrapt in fur . . .

Egad! I only wish I were!

Venomous Woman

She has avaricious fingers On which there lingers The bitter scent of almonds.

Poisonous woman!

How her nails Glitter in the candlelight.

Only her eyes Suddenly tear you apart.

There is a look in them Of one who gazed on death And found it Beautiful!

Bookshops

Bookshops have a lovely smell Sweet and sour . . . heaven and h.e.l.l.

Dust and mould, and something magic, Laughter, cheek by jowl with tragic Songs the Muses used to sing . . .

I love bookshops, in the spring!

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