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Here you are, grand old sensualist!
And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris.
It was all one to you &mdash goddesses, saints, court ladies &mdash Your world was all curves of flesh rolling curves repeated like a shell.
Mary Magdalen was almost as good copy as Venus,
Angels might be voluptuous as nymphs.
It was a rich old gorgeous world you painted &mdash For kinds or prelates, what mattered! &mdash palace or church!
You had a wonderful, glorious time! &mdash And no doubt the ladies loved you.
Harriet Monroe
Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was
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