Where are you, Dudley Moore?
The slightly uncombed hair?
The smile the ladies loved
that quivered there between
the last half-stifled voice,
the unexpected next remark?
The hands that more than
trumped the feet; that played
for our amusement or delight?
Those many parts died separate
deaths, were lost, until the whole
itself was gone, evaporated
by the force that made it -
the great interrogation point
inscribed again in one short span!
The slightly uncombed hair?
The smile the ladies loved
that quivered there between
the last half-stifled voice,
the unexpected next remark?
The hands that more than
trumped the feet; that played
for our amusement or delight?
Those many parts died separate
deaths, were lost, until the whole
itself was gone, evaporated
by the force that made it -
the great interrogation point
inscribed again in one short span!
