Ode in the New Mode

Your face

Was a temple

From which your soul

Came to me beneath arched brows:

And my soul knelt at your feet.

Then

Inadvertently

I saw your leg

Curved and turned like a bird-song

Dying into ecstatic silence at the garter...

Wretched

Women!

When you are wholly lovely

Man cannot forget either of his two afflictions,

Soul, or body!