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The Radio

At table the children,

allowed the radio,

unaccountably chose opera.

The light steadied under the swung lamp,

the cloth clean and pulled over the center,

the music low but building.

Tableau: the palm-sized players,

magnified behind the water glasses,

minuet round the salt.

Any talk was of costumes,

making and remarking their hats and the king

lovely, all along his robes

of decided red were drawn

noble, resting dogs:

what they saw when they heard.

from Inside Spiders

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Published in Leslie Shinn Poems

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