The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
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You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
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What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
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'I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
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Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
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I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
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Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate --
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