T.S. Eliot

Mr. Apollinax

When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, That shy figure among the birch-trees, And of Priapus in the shrubbery Gaping at the lady in the swing. In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, At Professor Channing-Cheetah's He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's Hidden under coral islands Where worried bodies of drowned men Drift down in the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf. I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax Rolling under a chair Or grinning over a screen With seaweed in its hair. I heard the beat of centaur's hoofs over the hard turf As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon. "He is a charming man" — But after all what did he mean?" — "His pointed ears… He must be unbalanced," — "There was something he said That I might have challenged." Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, And Professor and Mrs. Cheetah I remember a slice of lemon, And a bitten macaroon.

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