Albatre Poem by Ezra Pound
Albatre
This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts
in whiteness
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.
........beautiful imagery...enjoyed.. This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a peignoir, Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend, And the delicate white feet of her little white dog Are not more delicate than she is,
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4/26/2024 4:32:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, beautiful imagery!