The Beast and the Beauty

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Peter Porter - Non-Music, British Literature

The Beast and the Beauty

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His fear never loud in daylight, risen to a night whisper Of a dead mother in the weatherboard house He had this great piece of luck: a girl In Paris clothes, ex-school monitor, chose Him for her lover. Twenty-one and experienced She showed his hands the presentiment of clothes And first at a party kissed him, then took Him home where they did what he'd always supposed Her sophistication was his grеat delight: Her mother and fathеr drinking, throwing things The unhappy marriage, the tradespeople on Christian Name terms - all the democratic sexiness - mornings With the Pick of the Pops and the Daily Express And yet the sudden itching despair, the wonder in King's College Chapel, the depth that lived in her soul Of which this raciness was only the worldly covering But the sophistication chose to kill - the sophistication Was on the inside of the skin. Her family of drunks Were shrewd, wine-wise young barristers and gentlemen - Farmers fought for her hand. In the loft there waited trunks Of heirlooms to be taken seriously. He found himself Ditched, his calls unanswered, his world shrunk To eating in Lyons', waiting outside her house at midnight Her serious tears to haunt him, boiling on his bunk So he sits alone in Libraries, hideous and hairy of soul A beast again, waiting for a lustful kiss to bring Back his human smell, the taste of woman on his tongue

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  • Peter Porter