‘The Octogenarian’ by Edith Sitwell.

The Octogenarian
Leaned from his window,
To the Valerian
Growing below
Said, ‘My Nightcap
is the only gap in the trembling thorn
where the mild unicorn
with the little infanta
danced the Lavolta
(Clapping hands: Molto
Lent Eleganta).
The Man with the Lantern
Peers high and low;
No more
than a snore
as he walks to and fro…

Il Dottore the stoic
culls silver herb
beneath the superb
vast moon azoic.

From: Facade, by Edith Sitwell.

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