Excerpt from IronicaEW york was waking to another dawn, The mom was May, a silence lay like snow Outside the door at J ack's, Where revelry Had gone to sleep, ' With a last taxicab Moored in a battered patience at the curb. Two figures, garbed in night's suave black and White, Made through the door, and drank the Virgin air As an old Wine after a long parched thirst, Spent among phantom bottles With no necks. Both men were young, the younger with the green Nimbus of youth, poised for brave enterprise. Let's get to bed, iawned from the older one. Cambridge would frown to see her trusted sons Go lurching home, two ghosts of last night's dance. Sixth Avenue gave them its unthronged way, And With a glittering stride they headed north. At the first crossing Something stepped them short A Thing of rags and sores and, evil smells, Undried stale tears and slobbering torn mouth A derelict far too decayed to die Rose from the pave and hung there asking aims. There was no path to pass him for the pair.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.