The Surprise
The things the armoured towers
tell
are not quite real
The things they do
never вАЬhappenвАЭ
only their actions
convince
on those occasions
when they blow up
and scatter her reason
Sometimes
a level shaft of sweetness
cleaves
the irate thunder
Miss Bunn
whose face of a china doll
has taken on a
significance
of foolish intelligence
that children love so well
who performs
the duties of a clown
and whose doorвБ†вАФbell
is so low down
often invited to come
cajoles
chaos to laughter
seldom heard in this home
and only
in company
as a disguise for thunder
вАЬIf you be good girl or boy
as I suppose you be
you will neither laugh nor smile
at the tickling of your kneeвАЭ
She brings
a surprise basket
full
of Japanese fishes
of cotton wool
вАЬWe will not tell
Miss BunnвАЭ
says father
вАЬwhat we have done
peeping in the basketвАЭ
In the evening
the armoured towers are sitting
round the surprise
вАФThey look as if they will not be sitting there longвБ†вАФ
They ask itвБ†вАФ
вАЬHave you peeped in the basket?вАЭ
Ova looking
partakingly at the father
anxious not to do wrong
вАЬNoвАЭ
вАЬHoвАЭ
Snaps the father
вАЬyou opened that surprise
under my eyesвАЭ
Jumping out of chairs
вАЬLiarвАЭ
makes a lot of noise
She is turned into a liar
by father
They push her
out of the front door with their hands
Her head expands
There is nothing
she knows how to expect from these big bodies
who hustle her through demeaning duties
in humiliation
and without animation
A coolness rising
from the rainy gravel
dampвБ†вАФsmelling friendliness of the dark
allays her
sudden fever
She has left behind her
forever
Liar
whatever
it is
and Japanese fishes
She decides to travel
A hand upon her shoulder
jolts her
with mocking laughter
bolts her
to smoulder
once more
behind the door