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_A Sonnet Dedicated to T. S. Eliot_
/ An intimate and playful accident / Common to life had placed him on a bench / Beside an old and stiffly wounded wench. / With erudite and careful eyes he sent / A sneer to tear away her feeble mask / And snatch the battered dullness of her heart. / He spied her only in the scheming part / Of soiled flesh bickering with some trivial task.
/ The lacerated madness of her soul, / And delicate emotions kicked by life, / Did not invade the swift tricks of his mind. / Regarding her, he could not see the whole, / Or catch the psychic lunge behind her strife. / His eyes were savagely adroit, and blind.