BLACK CAT POEMS
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Ode in the New Mode
Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Was a temple
From which your soul
Came to me beneath arched brows:
And my soul knelt at your feet.
I saw your leg
Curved and turned like a bird-song,
Dying into ecstatic silence at the garter ...
When you are wholly lovely
Man cannot forget either of his two afflictions,
Soul, or body!
poems by Marjorie Allen Seiffert