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arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies ' Betterment
Arrive in the afternoon the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
Here there interrupting all deep and debonair
The pink paint on the innocence of fear
Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall.
Cutting with knives served by their softest care
Served by their love so barbarously fair.
Whose mothers taught You 'd better not be cruel!
You had better not throw stones upon the wrens!
Herein they kiss and coddle and assault
Anew and dearly in the innocence
With which they baffle nature. Who are full
Sleek tender clad fit fiftyish a glow all
Sweetly abortive hinting at fat fruit
Judge it high time that fiftyish fingers felt
Beneath the lovelier planes of enterprise.
To resurrect. To moisten with milky chill.
To be a random hitching post or plush.
To be for wet eyes random and handy hem.
Their guild is giving money to the poor.
The worthy poor. The very very worthy
And beautiful poor. Perhaps just not too swarthy?
Perhaps just not too dirty nor too dim
Nor passionate. In truth what they could wish
Is something less than derelict or dull.
Not staunch enough to stab though gaze for gaze!
God shield them sharply from the beggar bold!
The noxious needy ones whose battle 's bald
Nonetheless for being voiceless hits one down.
But it 's all so bad! and entirely too much for them.
The stench the urine cabbage and dead beans
Dead porridges of assorted dusty grains
The old smoke heavy diapers and they 're told
Something called chitterlings. The darkness. Drawn
Darkness or dirty light. The soil that stirs.
The soil that looks the soil of centuries.
And for that matter the general oldness. Old
Wood. Old marble. Old tile. Old old old.
Note homekind Oldness! Not Lake Forest Glencoe.
Nothing is sturdy nothing is majestic
There is no quiet drama no rubbed glaze no
Unkillable infirmity of such
A tasteful turn as lately they have left
Glencoe Lake Forest and to which their cars
Must presently restore them. When they 're done
With dullards and distortions of this fistic
Patience of the poor and put upon.
They 've never seen such a make do ness as
Newspaper rugs before! In this this "flat "
Their hostess is gathering up the oozed the rich
Rugs of the morning tattered! the bespattered . . .
Readies to spread clean rugs for afternoon.
Here is a scene for you. The Ladies look
In horror behind a substantial citizeness
Whose trains clank out across her swollen heart.
Who arms akimbo almost fills a door.
All tumbling children quilts dragged to the floor
And tortured thereover potato peelings soft
Eyed kitten hunched up haggard to be hurt.
Their League is allotting largesse to the Lost.
But to put their clean their pretty money to put
Their money collected from delicate rose fingers
Tipped with their hundred flawless rose nails seems . . .
They own Spode Lowestoft candelabra
Mantels and hostess gowns and sunburst clocks
Turtle soup Chippendale red satin "hangings "
Aubussons and Hattie Carnegie. They Winter
In Palm Beach cross the Water in June attend
When suitable the nice Art Institute
Buy the right books in the best bindings saunter
On Michigan Easter mornings in sun or wind.
Oh Squalor! This sick four story hulk this fibre
With fissures everywhere! Why what are bringings
Of loathe love largesse? What shall peril hungers
So old old what shall flatter the desolate?
Tin can blocked fire escape and chitterling
And swaggering seeking youth and the puzzled wreckage
Of the middle passage and urine and stale shames
And again the porridges of the underslung
And children children children. Heavens! That
Was a rat surely off there in the shadows? Long
And long tailed? Gray? The Ladies from the Ladies '
Betterment League agree it will be better
To achieve the outer air that rights and steadies
To hie to a house that does not holler to ring
Bells elsetime better presently to cater
To no more Possibilities to get
Away. Perhaps the money can be posted.
Perhaps they two may choose another Slum!
Some serious sooty half unhappy home!
Where loathe lover likelier may be invested.
Keeping their scented bodies in the center
Of the hall as they walk down the hysterical hall
They allow their lovely skirts to graze no wall
Are off at what they manage of a canter
And resuming all the clues of what they were
Try to avoid inhaling the laden air..

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