All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.
All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.
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ist she waving bye-bye,
or do her fingers reach to pull him back?
ist the girl Ezra’s audience?
maybe he is saying that soon he’ll be a recluse, off in Italy, and there’s nothing anyone can do.
Maybe he sees the fingers as those of the world; unimportant, albeit pretty, as a friendly wave goodbye after a breif and meaningless encounter in which nothing was absorbed.