As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THE BULLET SANG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON |