the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls by E.E. Cummings

Those women
with furniture-galore
but soul well-worn
believers
surely but in what
its not-clearly
invariably
interesting
knit-fingers
permanent-coy
faces
and bandy-scandals
Mr. and Mrs. Professor
skies of lavender
cornerless
eye-candy
moon-rattling angrily

O thee
Cambridge Ladies
with Furnished souls

how come
there’s no place for me
to sit?