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PARTISAN REVIEW
Anything Is Beautiful If You Say It Is
Under the eglantine
The fretful concubine
Said, "Phooey! Phoo
!"
She whispered, "Pfui!"
The demi-monde
On the mezzanine
Said, "Phooey!" too,
And a "Hey-dee i-do!"
The bee may have all sweet .
For his honey-hive-o,
From the eglantine-o,
So, so sang the concubine-o.
And the chandeliers are neat . . .
But their mignon, marblish glare!
We are cold, the parrots cried,
In a place so debonair.
And the window's lemon light,
The very will of the nerves,
The crack across the pane,
The dirt along the sill.
The Johannisberger, Hans.
I love the metal grapes,
The rusty, battered shapes
Of the pears and of' the cheese
WALLACE STEVENS