Pince-Nez Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Pince-Nez
Pince-nez down sloping
Nose
Bags of eau de cologne
Each linked with its
Own specific emotion
Particular
Chosen from the war-chest
Of contending
Emotions
Shifting and rattling.
The circus throws its
Light
And all be dreaming.
A whit hand
I saw
And then more
All in veils white to
Black in color
Varying:
They danced
To here
To there
All silent
Made no sound
Save
High heels clicking.
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