Ode in the New Mode, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Ode in the New Mode

Your face
Was a temple
From which your soul
Came to me beneath arched brows:
And my soul knelt at your feet.   Then
I saw your leg
Curved and turned like a bird-song,
Dying into ecstatic silence at the garter..   Wretched
When you are wholly lovely
Man cannot forget either of his two afflictions,
Soul, or body!

poems.one - Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Marjorie Allen Seiffert