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Donald Justice - Ode to a Dressmaker`sDonald Justice - Ode to a Dressmaker`s
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Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover.  Metal stand.  Instructions included. Sears, Roebuck Catalogue O my coy darling, still              You wear for me the scent         Of those long afternoons we spent,               The two of us together,    Safe in the attic from the jealous eyes                 Of household spies    And the remote buffooneries of the weather;                         So high,    Our sole remaining neighbor was the sky,              Which, often enough, at dusk,    Leaning its cloudy shoulders on the sill, Used to regard us with a bored and cynical eye.              How like the terrified,              Shy figure of a bride         You stood there then, without your clothes,                  Drawn up into         So classic and so strict a pose      Almost, it seemed, our little attic grew Dark with the first charmed night of the honeymoon.         Or was it only some obscure      Shape of my mother`s youth I saw in you, There where the rude shadows of the afternoon         Crept up your ankles and you stood         Hiding your sex as best you could?—         Prim ghost the evening light shone through.
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