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Wiersz T. S. Elliot – Mr. Apollinax



When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,

And of Priapus in the shrubbery

Gaping at the lady in the swing.

In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah’s

He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.

Otis laughter was submarine and profound

Like the old man of the sea’s

Hidden under coral islands

Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green

Silence,

Dropping from fingers of surf.

I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair

Or grinning over a screen

With seaweed in its hair.

I heard the beat of centaur’s hoofs over the hard turf

As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon.

“He is a charming man”–“But after all what did he mean?”–

“His pointed ears… He must be unbalanced,”–

“There was something he said that I might have challenged.”

Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah

I remember a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.



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Wiersz T. S. Elliot – Mr. Apollinax - Eliot Thomas Stearns