I am an iconoclast. I delight
In upsetting dignified customs;
In seeing their frilled petticoats
And pantalettes fluttering,
Upturned helplessly to heaven.
I like to dart from the highways
Of respectability into little by-paths
Full of questionable thorns and brambles,
Glorying in the holes I tear
In my too-immaculate clothing. It is my joy
To peek under the skirts of idols
And see their feet of clay…
All this to see the round mouths and eyes
Of those for whose benefit I do these things.
(Edith Mirick)
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