(46) The Defense
“As a landless peasant, a laborer,
Who chanced upon your privy door,
I was speaking theoretically
Of not one man particularly.”
“A Banker Prince, a Merchant Lord
Marries whom he can afford;
Some rich blond to spend his gold,
Someone spoiled and dumb and cold.”
“I too shall marry within my station,
Some new freed slave from the plantation;
Some handsome hulk with great big arms
Who accepts as dowry all my charms.”
She stepped into the landing’s light,
A breathless beauty smiling bright;
Her blush undone, her pride restored,
“”Need I Ariadne’s thread to find the door? ”
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