Portrait of a lady
"Perhaps you can write to me"
My self-possession flares up for a second;
This is as I had reckoned.
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our begginings never know our ends!)
Why we have not developed into friends.
I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his expresion in a glass.
My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark.
And I must borrow every changing shape
to find expresion...dance, dance
T. S. ELIOT