Kenneth Slessor

(27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971 / Orange, New South Wales)

Toilet Of A Dandy - Poem by Kenneth Slessor

TRANSPORTS of filed nerves; a wistful cough;
One sensual hairbrush reluctantly concludes
The Great Harry's excruciations and beatitudes,
Delicately and gravely putting things on and off.
Shouting through shirts, dipping out liquid flowers,
All the accoutrements and mysteries,
The awful engines of the toilet—presses, trees,
And huge voluptuous bootjacks, for two shuddering hours.
But in the glass navel of his dressing-room,
Nests of diminishing mirrors, Narcissus peers,
Too nicely shined, parting the cracked, refracted sneers,
And meets the Corpse in Evening Dress; Caruso's tomb.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011

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