First to do everything others
would leave unwon and forgotten.

Your merchant silver current be undone!
Bring only the gift of one plumed hat
To intertwine our paths!

Have you come down from your frozen Utopias?
And Fourier?
To lend your covenant fire to my simmering kettle?
Abandoned the volcanic peaks of Chim-bor-azu,
A-re--pehu?

You provocative peacock!
Swagger into my suite and fuse
our coincidental meeting
late this afternoon into permanence.

Place new psalms onto my tongue,
Not as priest, caressing worshipful palms,
But by the same hand you delineate Paris passions,
piling up sunswept gratuities of fashionable ladies.
Whose promenades please your productions
on the bustled boulevard and in the galleries.

Madame Grace Fravoissart