He mentioned
that he recollected vividly
visiting dusky churches
bursting with Rome,
scented with the danger
of the most accomplished women.
Thoroughly enjoying the grand
language of steep roofs
the timeless cultivation of
loving.
Alice, In late spring
partly out of favoritism and partly
out of the infancy of incompetence.
He would have stung if
she had worried
if she hadn’t already blamed
the younger Mary James’s
in Paris
where “one must dine somewhere
and I sometimes
dine in company.”
(or otherwise took her life,
an early version of a woman)
Have a toast to London
luxuries. A festering
sore on Justice,
the bride.
Harry’s and Alice’s absences
from the wedding though
speak volumes.
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