THE COURTESAN CHATS

THE COURTESAN CHATS

Last night I met a passive manWith almost no curve to his face,And skin relentlessly white.He made me tell his fortuneWith a pack of cards.“Jack of hearts—your love will beA scullion overturning trays of foodAnd standing dubiously in their midst.”“Queen of diamonds—you will have a wifeLike a thistle dipped in frost,Helpless in your sheathed hands.”“Deuce of clubs—a downcast jesterWill pester you with slanting maliceWhen you seek to play the king.”“Ace of hearts—your life will standStraight in a desperate majesty,Its lurid robes ever slippingAnd one wound endlessly dripping.”The passive man blew out a candleOn the table and bade me leave,Not desiring me to see his face.

Last night I met a passive manWith almost no curve to his face,And skin relentlessly white.He made me tell his fortuneWith a pack of cards.“Jack of hearts—your love will beA scullion overturning trays of foodAnd standing dubiously in their midst.”“Queen of diamonds—you will have a wifeLike a thistle dipped in frost,Helpless in your sheathed hands.”“Deuce of clubs—a downcast jesterWill pester you with slanting maliceWhen you seek to play the king.”“Ace of hearts—your life will standStraight in a desperate majesty,Its lurid robes ever slippingAnd one wound endlessly dripping.”The passive man blew out a candleOn the table and bade me leave,Not desiring me to see his face.

Last night I met a passive man

With almost no curve to his face,

And skin relentlessly white.

He made me tell his fortune

With a pack of cards.

“Jack of hearts—your love will be

A scullion overturning trays of food

And standing dubiously in their midst.”

“Queen of diamonds—you will have a wife

Like a thistle dipped in frost,

Helpless in your sheathed hands.”

“Deuce of clubs—a downcast jester

Will pester you with slanting malice

When you seek to play the king.”

“Ace of hearts—your life will stand

Straight in a desperate majesty,

Its lurid robes ever slipping

And one wound endlessly dripping.”

The passive man blew out a candle

On the table and bade me leave,

Not desiring me to see his face.


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