Goldfish (Essence of Summer Magazines) I

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Always the August evenings come With preparation for the waltz The hot verandah making room For all the reminiscent tunes — The Merry Widow and the rest— That call, recall So many nights and afternoons— August, with all its faults! And the waltzes turn, return; The Chocolate Soldier assaults The tired Sphinx of the physical. What answer? We cannot discern. And the waltzes turn, return, Float and fall, Like the cigarettes Of our marionettes Inconsequent, intolerable.
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