IDLY SHE YAWNED
by: George Moore (1852-1933)
- DLY she
yawned, and threw her heavy hair
- Across her flesh-filled shoulders, called the maid,
- And slipped her sweet blonde body out of bed,
- Searching her slippers in the wintry air.
- The fire shed over all a sullen glare,--
- Then in her bath she sponged from foot to head,
- Her body, arms, breasts, thighs, and things unsaid,
- Powdered and dried herself with delicate care.
- Then Zoë entered with the Figaro,
- The chocolate, the letters, and the cat,
- And drew the blinds to show the falling snow,
- Upon the sofa still her mistress sat
- Drawing her long legs, as white as milk,
- Her long stockings of finely-knitted silk.
POEMS BY GEORGE MOORE
"Idly She Yawned" is reprinted
from Pagan Poems. George Moore. London: Newman, 1881.