Hermione
With ten Achaian toes… and each toe had a separate Soul, she said…
Was there… there with both feet… both Grecian feet…
Was there… not only there, but IT.
She sat upon a couch and lectured… not with words,
But with her toes, her eloquent, her temperamental toes…
Her toes that had trod (so she said) the paths of beauty
Since Hector was a pup at Troy…
She sat upon a couch… bards, swamis and Hermiones,
Gilt souls and purple, melomaniacs, yellow souls and blue,
Souse socialists and other cognac-scented cognoscenti,
Post-cubist chicles that would ne'er jell into gum…
All, all the little groups from all the brainstorm slums…
Why specify?… we know our little groups!… were there…
Were there to worship at those feet… to vibrate and change color with the moods of those unusual feet…
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