At the table beyond us With her little suede slippers off, With her white-stocking'd feet Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin, She converses: @3"Connaissez-vous Ostende?"@1 The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant Replies with a certain hauteur, But I await with patience, To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers. She re-enters them with a groan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |