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Feeling his need for such a book as this
I wrote the вАЬInfant AestheteвАЭ for
my little Esau
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Patricia PenfoldвАЩs preface
Fresh
from the publishers
the вАЬauthorвАЩs
copyвАЭ
circulating at the small
and informal reception
for wiseacres and waisted-women
вАЬTo viewвАЭ
Esau and his authoress
in their accurate draperies
for Lady Bliss
вАЩs classical costume ball
The boy
one bare arm
thrust through a gossamer
toga
of Tyrian rose
is holding out an orb
вАФThere is a portrait of him in that pose
labelled вАЬEsau holding an orbвАЭ
The guests
spreading their gleaming
faces
forward
to convey
that they
remember nothing since the Garden of Eden
the garish innocence
of adult guilt
in the presence of children
One takes the little Esau on his knee
to listen to his watch
and absentmindedly
discourses
on the differential calculus
while an African explorer
explains how easily
he might catch lions if he wished
вАЬIt only needs kindness and a turn of the wristвАЭ
The matrons
shaking their bustles
with a slight impatience
that one so singled out as he
by British culture
might gain
competitively
on their own offspring
decide to вАЬput themselvesвАЭ
upon the order list
for вАЬInfant AesthetesвАЭ
The fire
flicks from the
fifteenth-century
andirons
and the ruby eyes
of Buddha
On treasures of Tibet
the вАЬtrouseredвАЭ draperies
of a wood faced Virgin from the Netherlands
The golden wings
of Florentine angels
and a piece of Ming
вАЬEverythingвАЭ as the five year old Esau
suavely smiles
to a professor of anthropology
вАЬto delight the heart of a childвАЭ
In the Penfold residence
on Ridover Square