As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and
being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a
talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each
momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat,
bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with
trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth
over the rusty green iron table, saying: “If the lady and gentleman wish
to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take
their tea in the garden ...” I decided that if the shaking of her
breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might
be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to
this end.
from: Poems, Copyright 1920.
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