Colloquy with a Polish Aunt
SHE
How is it that my saints from Voragine,
In their embroidered slippers, touch your spleen?
HE
Old pantaloons, duenna of the spring!
SHE
Imagination is the will of things....
Thus, on the basis of the common drudge,
You dream of women, swathed in indigo,
Holding their books toward the nearer stars,
To read, in secret, burning secrecies. ...
How is it that my saints from Voragine,
In their embroidered slippers, touch your spleen?
HE
Old pantaloons, duenna of the spring!
SHE
Imagination is the will of things....
Thus, on the basis of the common drudge,
You dream of women, swathed in indigo,
Holding their books toward the nearer stars,
To read, in secret, burning secrecies. ...
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