Sonnets—Realities IX irreproachable ladies firmly lewd on dangerous slabs of tilting din whose mouths distinctly walk your smiles accuse the dusk with an untimid svelte subdued magic while in your eyes there lives a green egyptian noise. ladies with whom time feeds especially his immense lips On whose deep nakedness death most believes, perpetual girls marching to love whose bodies kiss me with the square crime of life....Cecile,the oval shove of hiding pleasure. Alice,stinging quips of flesh. Lorette, cut the comedy kid.... Fran Mag Glad Dorothy