Living
The Re-echo Club: as by Oscar Wilde (Cubist Nude)
From The Re-echo Club
Adown the stairs the Nudelet came;
(Pale pink cats up a purple tree!)
Hark! to the smitten cubes of flame!
Ah, me! Ah, jamboree!
Her soul seethed in emotions sweet;
(Pale pink cats up a purple tree!)
Symbolling like a torn-up street;
Ah, jamboree! Ah, me!
And still the Nude's soul-cubes are there,--
(Pale pink cats up a purple tree!)
In writhen glory of despair,--
Ah, me! Ah, Hully Gee!
Codex Note
A parody by Carolyn Wells, written in the manner of Oscar Wilde as a contribution to the imagined Re-Echo Club (Cubist Nude).
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MLA
Wells, Carolyn. “The Re-echo Club: as by Oscar Wilde (Cubist Nude).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/318/.
Chicago
Wells, Carolyn. “The Re-echo Club: as by Oscar Wilde (Cubist Nude).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/318/.
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