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The work assembles poems and short sketches that satirize social manners and self-conscious affectations. It follows a gardener whose imaginative poses and petty vanities lead to awkward interactions in a London boarding-house, and moves through other vignettes featuring blunt, amusing female figures, suffragette tensions, and comic domestic frustrations. The prose alternates between lyrical observation and light satire, exploring loneliness, identity as performance, and the gap between inner feeling and public behavior. Episodes resolve in understated humor or resigned acceptance rather than dramatic climax.

I POSE
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
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I POSE

BY
STELLA BENSON
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1916
All rights reserved
Copyright 1916
By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
Set up and electrotyped. Published January, 1916.

My eyes are girt with outer mists,
My ears sing shrill—and this I bless,
My finger-nails do bite my fists
In ecstasy of loneliness.
This I intend, and this I want,—
That, passing, you may only mark
A dumb soul and its confidante
Entombed together in the dark.
The hoarse church-bells of London ring,
The hoarser horns of London croak,
The poor brown lives of London cling
About the poor brown streets like smoke;
The deep air stands above my roof,
Like water to the floating stars;
My Friend and I—we sit aloof,
We sit and smile, and bind our scars.
For you may wound and you may kill—
It’s such a little thing to die—
Your cruel God may work his will,
We do not care—my Friend and I,—
Though, at the gate of Paradise,
Peter the Saint withhold his keys,
My Friend and I—we have no eyes
For Heaven ... or Hell ... or dreams like these....