Carl Rakosi

 

1903 – 2004

 

Amulet

 

But you are ideal,

O figurette,

and cool as camphor.

You wander formal

in an ice-green panelette.

 

The small blue eyes

are set in jadework.

And your hand stings

like a drop of witch-hazel.

 

Bless the white throat

of this lady

drinking clabber milk

at a buffet lunch.