FOR FRAGONARD AND
FOR JOHN DUNNE
All these prettified things - lovely to see and the
touch, outlawed. Look with thine eyes, sweet thing,
and only that. We are somehow part of an obscure
caravan : gypsies and minstrels, dark-eyed girls
dancing in the grass. Oh Mr. Painter, don't forget
about me; I bend and I swagger, for all to see.
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And then the bell tolls, the bell tolls for me.
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