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Brocade in ivory and foam-flecked cream,
Your robe-de-chambre has arrived.
Many-sidedly turned out (by hand).
The smocking at T.G. Jakobowicz?Äôs
Is The Biz for the hob-nobility.

Assume the cutter?Äôs scruples with lace
For the floppy bodice, pique at the ruffle,
Two square yards of netting
Under cute queenly ormshells.

Trip-up velvet skirting,
Angelhooded, slight-skein sleeves.

As if narcotics yoked a driven ecstasy,
A translation of shadows,
A butterfly?Äôs insight lands a plumb-pitch
?ÄúParcel for you Milady?Äù.

Snowflakes avalanche from mother?Äôs turban.
In sun headlocked by thick-bodied privet
She?Äôs an earth-shaking black owl
Perched at the coal-spitting hearth.

The tea-things pitch on embroidered linen.
Gas lamps hum
To the full-length mahogany looking glass,
Softened by dust. The tight-light haze
Splashes a nymph back:
Mr Crisp seductively fingering
A padded underwired bra.