BRENNBAUM

THE sky-like limpid eyes,

T

The circular infant’s face,

The stiffness from spats to collar

Never relaxing into grace;

The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years,

Showed only when the daylight fell

Level across the face

Of Brennbaum “The Impeccable.”

MR NIXON

IN the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht

I

Mr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewer

Dangers of delay. “Consider

“Carefully the reviewer.

“I was as poor as you are;

“When I began I got, of course,

“Advance on royalties, fifty at first,” said Mr. Nixon,

“Follow me, and take a column,

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