Seeing in crowded restaurants the one you love <br />You wave at the door, tall girl in imperious fur, <br />And make for him, bumping waiters, dropping a glove, <br />Arriving soft with affectionate slur. <br />As ladies half-turn, gazing, and men appraise <br />You heap the linen with purse, scarf, cigarettes, lighter, <br />Laughing some instantaneous droll phrase. <br />As if sudden sun came out, the table is brighter. <br /> <br /> <br />All moods: at a party everybody’s delight; <br />Intent while brown curls shadow the serious page; <br />When people are stuffy (more correct than right) <br />The stamp and turn on heel of a little girl’s rage. <br />But woman mostly, as winter moonlight sees, <br />Impetuous midnight, and the dune’s dark trees.<br /><br />John Frederick Nims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-18/
