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All the virgin eyes in the world are made of glass / Long lines of boxes / Of dolls / Propped against banisters / Walls and pillars / Huddled on shelves / And composite babies with arms extended / Hang from the ceiling / Beckoning / Smiling / In a profound silence / Which the shop walker left trailing behind him / When he ambled to the further end of the gallery / To annoy the shop-girl / All the virgin eyes in the world are made of glass / They alone have the effrontery to / Stare through the human soul / Seeing nothing / Between parted fringes / One cocotte wears a bowler hat and a sham camellia / And one an iridescent boa / For there are two of them / Passing / And the solicitous mouth of one is straight / The other curved to a static smile / They see the dolls / And for a moment their eyes relax / To a flicker of elements unconditionally primeval / And now averted / Seek each other's / surreptitiously / To know if the other has seen / While mine are inextricably entangled with the pattern of the carpet / As eyes are apt to be / In their shame / Having surprised a gesture that is ultimately intimate / All the virgin eyes in the world are made of glass.