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BURBANK WITH A BAEDEKER;
BLEISTEIN WITH A CIGAR[1]
By T. S. Eliot
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus—the gondola stopped, the old place was there, how charming its grey and pink—goats and monkeys, with such hair too!—so the countess passed on until she came through the little park, where Niobe presented her with a cabinet, and so departed.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
- Descending at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
- They were together, and he fell.
Defunctive music under sea
- Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
- Had left him, that had loved him well.
The horses, under the axletree
- Beat up the dawn from Istria
With even feet. Her shuttered barge
- Burned on the water all the day.
But this or such was Bleistein's way:
- A saggy bending of the knees
- ↑ From "Poems of T. S. Eliot." See Bibliography.
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