The weather of this day is beautiful,
climactic for the season---have a look
right out that window, now that I have drawn
the curtains back. I have obtained the book
of poetry that beckons to my soul
(no time, now, for the world's insouciant prose).
To more appreciate these verses of,
and on, the pleasures of exquisite love;
that I might more enjoy them, I put on
this ordinary pair of sheer, tan hose
(the kind with reinforcements at the toes
and heels); unshod. Somehow, my stockinged feet
will make (and saying, I mean no conceit)
the joy of reading these poems more complete.