Poem by Djuna Barnes

In Particular

Whatloin-cloth, what rag of wrong
Unpriced?
What turn of body, what of lust
Undiced?
So we’ve worshipped you a little
More than Christ.

1. Twilight of the Illicit
2. From Fifth Avenue up
3. In General
4. Shadows
5. Seen from the “L”

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