<h2>SHE TALKED</h2>
<h3>BY SAM WALTER FOSS</h3>
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<span class="i0">She talked of Cosmos and of Cause,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And wove green elephants in gauze,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And while she frescoed earthen jugs,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Her tongue would never pause:<br/></span>
<span class="i2">On sages wise and esoteric,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And bards from Wendell Holmes to Herrick:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Thro' time's proud Pantheon she walked,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And talked and talked and talked and talked!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And while she talked she would crochet,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And make all kinds of macrame,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Or paint green bobolinks upon<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Her mother's earthen tray;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">She'd decorate a smelling bottle<br/></span>
<span class="i2">While she conversed on Aristotle;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While fame's proud favorites round her flocked,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked and talked and talked and talked!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">She talked and made embroidered rugs,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked and painted 'lasses jugs,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And worked five sea-green turtle doves<br/></span>
<span class="i0">On papa's shaving mugs;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With Emerson or Epictetus,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Plato or Kant, she used to greet us:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked until we all were shocked,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And talked and talked and talked and talked!</span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_265" id="Page_265"></SPAN></span><br/></div>
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<span class="i0">She had a lover, and he told<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The story that is never old,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">While she her father's bootjack worked<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A lovely green and gold.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">She switched off on Theocritus,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And talked about Democritus;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And his most ardent passion balked,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And talked and talked and talked and talked.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">He begged her to become his own;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked of ether and ozone,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And painted yellow poodles on<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Her brother's razor hone;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Then talked of Noah and Neb'chadnezzar,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And Timon and Tiglath-pileser—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While he at her heart portals knocked,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked and talked and talked and talked!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">He bent in love's tempestuous gale,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked of strata and of shale,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And worked magenta poppies on<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Her mother's water pail;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And while he talked of passion's power,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">She amplified on Schopenhauer—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A pistol flashed: he's dead! Unshocked,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She talked and talked and talked and talked!<br/></span>
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