DOWN the stone stairs
Girls with their large eyes
wide with tragedy
Lift looks of shocked and momentous emotion
up at
me.
And I
smile.
Ladies
Stepping like birds with their bright and
pointed feet
Peer
anxiously forth, as if for a boat to carry them out
of the
wreckage,
And among
the wreck of the theatre crowd
I stand and smile.
They take tragedy so
becomingly.
Which
pleases me.
But when I meet the weary
eyes
The reddened
aching eyes of the bar-man with thin
arms,
I am glad to go back to where I came
from.