Portrait of a Girl in a Red Dress
Off-shoulder red sateen and crinoline
The gray pearls nestled round your dimpled throat
Translucent cheeks above a pudgy chin
Hair like a rabbit's coat.
It seems someone has dressed this baby up
In glad rags, in all seriousness,
Placed a striped tabby kitten in her lap,
And bid the art commence.
But such hard eyes must have been stolen
Gray agates set into a marble face
That, as if seeing your future burdens,
Bear up with frightened grace.
I stare into those silver eyes, and think
You're as still as the empty sound of snow
You look past me toward a certain something.
that I don't want to know.
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