At the table beyond us With her little suede slippers off, With her white-stocking'd feet Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin, She converses: @3"Connaissez-vous Ostende?"@1 The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant Replies with a certain hauteur, But I await with patience, To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers. She re-enters them with a groan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP [JUNE, 1775] by EDWARD BANGS STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RHENISH AUTUMN; TO TOUSSAINT LUCA by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN DEANE, OF NEW COLLEGE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |