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Unformatted text preview: F ‘ ”WW '7' /m/y5+€nb03 ‘ The Black Lace Fan my Mother Gave me It was the We ever gave her, buying it for ﬁve francs in the Galeriee‘
in pre-war Pan's. It was stiﬂing. ‘
A starless drought made the nights stormy; : ‘ Wyatt! in the city for the summer. . ': ‘5‘
Met in cafes. ﬁgwas always early. ; ~ ' ' ‘ »
He was late. That evening he was later. _ .
They wrapped the fan. I-_I_e_l__ooked at his Wm . “_ .1; ,. W 0 She ordered more coffee. Shestood up. i V - _S_he_looked down the Boulevard des Capucines. '
U6: 7 The streets were emptying. The heat was ﬁlling She thought the distance smelled of rain arid ' ' ?' MU“ IS “ﬁx . .-
0?) U‘gl‘dﬁ) ”These are wild roses, appliqued on silk by hand, . . darkly picked, stitched boldly, Quickly.
(awﬂw ”L ( 15 The rest is tortoiseshell and has the reticent, @326} clear patience of its elemen It is m ,
W“ ' ‘ " a worn-out, underwater bullion and it keqrs, even now, an inference of its violation. )
S The lace is overcast as if the weather 20 it opened for and offset had entered it. up The past is an empty cafe terrace. . ’
(IL/029 (I An airless dusk before thunder. A man 7' , And no way now to know what it. (b) ' THE thing its <
Cut m coarse ‘5 On a back staircase. Oyerloolted t lay . '5
ma 5 In a great Roman palace crammed ith art. '~ v . g It had no number m the list of gents, . .2, y _
Weeded away long since, pushed out and banished _ -
Before insipid Guidos’ over~sw>mg an}, , f - 4 ,
' And Dolce‘ s' rose sensationaliti ‘ ~ .5 q ,
. els s ~ , "
W nd yet the motive of this thin. ill-hewn
And hardly seen did touch me& indeed,
The skill-less hand that carved it had belo raged
To a most yearning and bewildered brain:
15 There was such desolation in the work; ' - _ .. 1
And through its utter failure the thing spoke . g. "
With more of human message, heart to heart,‘ ' . ..;
Than all these faultless, smirking, skin-deep saints; ' 4 w r
In artiﬁcial troubles picturesque, ‘ 5
nd martyred sweetly, not one curl awry——
iposten; a clumsy knight, who rode alone r
0g” jstumbling jade' m a great wood . .
QM Belated The poor beast with head low-bowed,
Snufﬁng the treacherous ground The rider Ieant
25 Forward to sound the marish2 with his lance. . ,
You saw the place Was deadly; that doomed. pair, . '
S The wretched rider and the hidc~b and steed, ' Feared to advance, feared to retu 75 That’s all; :‘
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Swm 'Guldo and Doloe: Seventeenth—century Italian painters.“ ' a .m. - marish: marsh ...
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