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 Venus Pandemos

(Contemporary German poet, born 1863)

This was the last time. I was lounging in The night-café that lights the suburb gloom, Tired with the reek of sultry sofa plush, And with my glowing toddy, and the steam Of women sweating in their gowns: tired, lustful.

Clouds of tobacco smoke were wavering through The laughter and the haggling cries and shrieks Of painted women and the men they drew. The rattling at the sideboard of the spoons Cheered on the hubbub of the mart of love Uninterrupted like a tambourine

I was about to choose, when, where I sate, The crimson curtain of the door was split, And a fresh couple entered. A cold draught Cut through the heated room, and some one swore; But through the crowd the pair stepped noiselessly. Over against me at the transverse end Of the corridor, whence they could sweep the room, They took their seats. The chandelier of bronze Hung o'er them like an awning heavy, old. And no one seemed to know the couple, but At my right hand I heard a hoarse voice pipe: "I must have come across that pair before."

He sat quite still. The loud gray of the air Almost recoiled before his callous brow, Which wan as wax rose into his sparse hair.