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Aunt Helen

by T. S. Eliot

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Drawing the boundary…

A Black Patch on Lucasta's Face

by Richard Lovelace

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Aunt Helen

by T. S. Eliot

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
Now when she died there was silence in heaven
And silence at her end of the street.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet —
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second housemaid on his knees —
Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.

A Black Patch on Lucasta's Face

by Richard Lovelace

Dull as I was, to think that a court fly
Presumed so near her eye;
When 'twas th' industrious bee
Mistook her glorious face for paradise,
To sum up all his chemistry of spice;
With a brave pride and honour led,
Near both her suns he makes his bed,
And, though a spark, struggles to rise as red.
Then emulates the gay
Daughter of day;
Acts the romantic phoenix' fate,
When now, with all his sweets laid out in state,
Lucasta scatters but one heat,
And all the aromatic pills do sweat,
And gums calcined themselves to powder beat,
Which a fresh gale of air
Conveys into her hair;
Then chafed, he's set on fire,
And in these holy flames doth glad expire;
And that black marble tablet there
So near her either sphere
Was placed; nor foil, nor ornament,
But the sweet little bee's large monument.

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