Summer 1950 • Vol. XII No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1950 |

The Amateurs

It is over and we did fine. Aunt Nancy said so. The couplet ended, why stand in loin-cloths and albs? The last customer pokes for gloves in the shadow. The cleaning women waddle with naked bulbs. Do we hope to find words the author rejected with reason (Pretending we in our own right make conversation) Or button the plunged rapier, cancel drunk poison, Alb the pagan, transpose cantina and mission? Let us pick up our tears, nor argue them real. Could we have wept if the orchestra had not come in? The cellist attacks his second banana royal, The flutist stops at the delicatessen for salmon. Dear Lord and Aunt Nancy, give us another minute To put on our pants and agree it was splendid, splendid.

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