hysterias, trench confessions,

laughter out of dead bellies.

V

THERE died a myriad,

T

And of the best, among them,

For an old bitch gone in the teeth,

For a botched civilization,

Charm, smiling at the good mouth,

Quick eyes gone under earth’s lid,

For two gross of broken statues,

For a few thousand battered books.

YEUX GLAUQUES

GLADSTONE was still respected,

G

When John Ruskin produced

“Kings’ Treasuries”; Swinburne

And Rossetti still abused.

Fœtid Buchanan lifted up his voice

When that faun’s head of hers

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