(To A. K. McC.)
This is a garden
where through the russet mist of clustered trees
and strewn November leaves,
they crunch with vainglorious heels
of ancient vermilion
the dry dead of spent summer’s greens
and stalk with mincing sceptic steps
and sound of snuffboxes snapping
to the capping of an epigram, in fluffy attar-scented wigs . . .
the exquisite Augustans.
(John Roderigo Dos Passos)
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