Poem: The Preening Host
Face florid with wine
unfocused gaze
the men's smiles
do not reach their eyes
the women titter
behind their fans
the servants go about
with averted faces
and the duchess
once again
goes to bed
alone.
Face florid with wine
unfocused gaze
the men's smiles
do not reach their eyes
the women titter
behind their fans
the servants go about
with averted faces
and the duchess
once again
goes to bed
alone.
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