Issue 106, Spring 1988
(Reflections after Viewing the Vienna Show at the
Centre Georges Pompidou in Paris, 1986)
That women in their marble glory still
had pubic hair so startled Ruskin he
turned impotent, and had to be divorced.
The nineteenth century, for all its love
of flesh, preferred its female hair to stream,
like emanations of divinity,
a rippling ghostly river, from the head.