‘Sapphics’ by D. B. Wyndham Lewis (1936)
Exquisite torment, dainty Mrs. Hargreaves Trips down the High Street, slaying hearts a-plenty; Stricken and doomed are all who meet her eye-shots! Bar Mr. Hargreaves. Grocers a-tremble bash their brassy scales down, Careless of weight and hacking cheese regardless; Postmen shoot letters in the nearest ashcan, Dogs dance in circles. Leaving their meters, gas inspectors gallop, Water Board men cease…