A Recollection John Peale Bishop Famously she descended, her red hair Unbound and bronzed by sea-reflections, caught Crinkled with sea-pearls. The fine slender taut Knees that let down her feet upon the air, Young breasts, slim flanks and golden quarries were Odder than when the young distraught Unknown Venetian, painting her portrait, thought He'd not imagined what he painted there. And I too commerced with that golden cloud: Lipped her delicious hands and had my ease Faring fantastically, perversely proud. All loveliness demands our courtesies. Since she was dead I praised her as I could Silently, among the Barberini bees.