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When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
/ I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees, / And of Priapus in the shrubbery / Gaping at the lady in the swing.
In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah's / He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
His laughter was submarine and profound / Like the old man of the seats / Hidden under coral islands / Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence, / Dropping from fingers of surf.
I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair, / Or grinning over a screen / With seaweed in its hair.
I heard the beat of centaurs' hoofs over the hard turf / As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon. / "He is a charming man" -- "But after all what did he mean?" -- / "He has pointed ears... he must be unbalanced," -- / "There was something he said that I might have challenged." / Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah / I remember a slice of lemon and a bitten macaroon.