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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Philistine And The Bohemian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a Philistine spick and span,<br>He was a bold Bohemian.<br>She had the mode, and the last at that;<br>He had a cape and a brigand hat.<br>She was so riant and chic and trim;<br>He was so shaggy, unkempt and grim.<br>On the rue de la Paix she was wont to shine;<br>The rue de la Ga&icirc;t&eacute; was more his line.<br>She doted on Barclay and Dell and Caine;<br>He quoted Mallarm&eacute; and Paul Verlaine.<br>She was a triumph at Tango teas;<br>At Vorticist's suppers he sought to please.<br>She thought that Franz Lehar was utterly great;<br>Of Strauss and Stravinsky he'd piously prate.<br>She loved elegance, he loved art;<br>They were as wide as the poles apart:<br>Yet -- Cupid and Caprice are hand and glove --<br>They met at a dinner, they fell in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home he went to his garret bare,<br>Thrilling with rapture, hope, despair.<br>Swift he gazed in his looking-glass,<br>Made a grimace and murmured: &quot;Ass!&quot;<br>Seized his scissors and fiercely sheared,<br>Severed his buccaneering beard;<br>Grabbed his hair, and clip! clip! clip!<br>Off came a bunch with every snip.<br>Ran to a tailor's in startled state,<br>Suits a dozen commanded straight;<br>Coats and overcoats, pants in pairs,<br>Everything that a dandy wears;<br>Socks and collars, and shoes and ties,<br>Everything that a dandy buys.<br>Chums looked at him with wondering stare,<br>Fancied they'd seen him before somewhere;<br>A Brummell, a D'Orsay, a beau so fine,<br>A shining, immaculate Philistine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home she went in a raptured daze,<br>Looked in a mirror with startled gaze,<br>Didn't seem to be pleased at all;<br>Savagely muttered: &quot;Insipid Doll!&quot;<br>Clutched her hair and a pair of shears,<br>Cropped and bobbed it behind the ears;<br>Aimed at a wan and willowy-necked<br>Sort of a Holman Hunt effect;<br>Robed in subtile and sage-green tones,<br>Like the dames of Rossetti and E. Burne-Jones;<br>Girdled her garments billowing wide,<br>Moved with an undulating glide;<br>All her frivolous friends forsook,<br>Cultivated a soulful look;<br>Gushed in a voice with a creamy throb<br>Over some weirdly Futurist daub --<br>Did all, in short, that a woman can<br>To be a consummate Bohemian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A year went past with its hopes and fears,<br>A year that seemed like a dozen years.<br>They met once more. . . . Oh, at last! At last!<br>They rushed together, they stopped aghast.<br>They looked at each other with blank dismay,<br>They simply hadn't a word to say.<br>He thought with a shiver: &quot;Can this be she?&quot;<br>She thought with a shudder: &quot;This can't be he?&quot;<br>This simpering dandy, so sleek and spruce;<br>This languorous lily in garments loose;<br>They sought to brace from the awful shock:<br>Taking a seat, they tried to talk.<br>She spoke of Bergson and Pater's prose,<br>He prattled of dances and ragtime shows;<br>She purred of pictures, Matisse, Cezanne,<br>His tastes to the girls of Kirchner ran;<br>She raved of Tchaikovsky and Caesar Franck,<br>He owned that he was a jazz-band crank!<br>They made no headway. Alas! alas!<br>He thought her a bore, she thought him an ass.<br>And so they arose and hurriedly fled;<br>Perish Illusion, Romance, you're dead.<br>He loved elegance, she loved art,<br>Better at once to part, to part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is the moral of all this rot?<br>Don't try to be what you know you're not.<br>And if you're made on a muttonish plan,<br>Don't seek to seem a Bohemian;<br>And if to the goats your feet incline,<br>Don't try to pass for a Philistine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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He was a bold Bohemian.
She had the mode, and the last at that;
He had a cape and a brigand hat.
She was so riant and chic and trim;
He was so shaggy, unkempt and grim.
On the rue de la Paix she was wont to shi..."></div>
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