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That night he drifted Into an up town haunt and ordered    Whatever it was    with a soft assurance That made me mad as I stood behind him, Gripping his death, and waited. AT NIGHT HE DRIFTED INTO AN UPTOWN HAUNT AND ORDERED WHATEVER IT WAS WITH A SOFT ASSURANCE THAT MADE ME MAD AS I STOOD BEHIND HIM GRIPPING HIS DEATH AND WAITED
night; the windows Flashed with a piercing flame, and the pavements Pulsed and swayed with a warmth -- or something That seemed so then to my feet -- and thrilled me With a quick, dizzy joy; and the women And men, like marvellous things of magic, Floated and laughed and sang by my shoulder, Sent with a wizard motion. Through it And over and under it all there sounded A murmur of life, like bees; and I listened And laughed again to think of the flower That grew, blood-red, for me! . . . This fellow Was one of the popular sort who flourish Unruffled where gods would fall. For a conscience He carried a snug deceit that made him The man of the time and the place, whatever The time or the place might be. Were he sounding, With a genial craft that cloaked its purpose, Nigh to itself, the depth of a woman Fooled with his brainless art, or sending The midnight home with songs and bottles, -- The cad was there, and his ease forever Shone with the smooth and slippery polish That tells the snake. THER THE CITY SHONE LIKE A DREAM THAT NIGHT THE WINDOWS FLASHED WITH A PIERCING FLAME AND THE PAVEMENTS PULSED AND SWAYED WITH A WARMTH OR SOMETHING THAT SEEMED SO THEN TO MY FEET AND THRILLED ME WITH A QUICK DIZZY JOY AND THE WOMEN AND MEN LIKE MARVELLOUS THINGS OF MAGIC FLOATED AND LAUGHED AND SANG BY MY SHOULDER SENT WITH A WIZARD MOTION THROUGH IT AND OVER AND UNDER IT ALL THERE SOUNDED A MURMUR OF LIFE LIKE BEES AND I LISTENED AND LAUGHED AGAIN TO THINK OF THE FLOWER THAT GREW BLOOD RED FOR ME THIS FELLOW WAS ONE OF THE POPULAR SORT WHO FLOURISHED UNRUFFLED WHERE GODS WOULD FALL FOR CONSCIENCE HE CARRIED A SNUG DECEIT THAT MADE HIM THE MAN OF THE TIME AND THE PLACE WHATEVER THE TIME WHEN THE PLACE MIGHT BE WERE HE SOUNDING WITH GENIAL CRAFT THAT CLOAKED ITS PURPOSE NIGH TO ITSELF THE DEPTH OF A WOMAN FOOLED WITH HIS BRAINLESS ART OR SENDING THE MIDNIGHT HOME WITH SONGS AND BOTTLES THE CAT WAS THERE AND HIS EASE FOREVER SHONE WITH THE SMOOTH AND SLIPPERY POLISH THAT TELLS THE SNAKE
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