Last Looks at the Lilacs

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Last Looks at the Lilacs

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To what good, in the alleys of the lilacs, O caliper, do you scratch your buttocks And tell the divine ingenue, your companion, That this bloom is the bloom of soap And this fragrance the fragrance of vegetal? Do you suppose that she cares a tick, In this hymeneal air, what it is That marries her innocence thus, So that her nakedness is near, Or that she will pause at scurrilous words? Poor buffo! Look at the lavender And look your last and look steadily, And say how it comes that you see Nothing but trash and that you no longer feel Her body quivering in the Floréal Toward the cool night and its fantastic star, Prime paramour and beltеd paragon, Well-booted, rugged, arrogantly malе, Patron and imager of the gold Don John, Who will embrace her before summer comes.

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  • Wallace Stevens