Mr. Apollinax Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Mr. Apollinax Poem - T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Mr. Apollinax Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Mr. Apollinax Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among
the birch-trees,
And of Priapus in the shrubbery
Gaping at the lady in the swing.
In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor
Channing-Cheetah’s
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
His laughter was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea’s
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift
down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling
under a chair
Or grinning over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
I heard the beat of centaur’s hoofs over the
hard turf
As his dry and passionate talk devoured the
afternoon.
“He is a charming man”-“But after all what
did he mean?”-
“His pointed ears… He must be unbalanced,”-
“There was something he said that I might
have challenged.”
Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and
Mrs. Cheetah
I remember a slice of lemon, anda bitten
macaroon.
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