INTERLUDE
By Federico More
Scene: A Salon.
Marquise [entering].
It is chic yet full of peril to be a marquise, betrothed
And on the brim of nineteen, with two whole years'
Devotion at the convent behind her. Well may the man
I am to marry place his faith in me.
And yet, I am obsessed with the sweet indecision
Of having met a poet who will shrive me in verse,
Drape my life with the vigor of his youth
Yet never kiss me.
Poet [entering].
I was looking for you, madame.
Marquise.
Well, here I am.
Poet.