the girl with the laughing face

You ask me now, I don't think she heard me 'cause she was laughing. Only got three quarters of the way through - she did not laugh like a horse, how wonderful - the teasing parable of the hurdling 100-year comet orbiting the Sun(it's meritorious tail presented to man, more beautiful than its face, through the lens for minute study) and striking the earth with such force to reveal its pearl core. And she was a hot exquisite result - including the tail. I looked at her and she was laughing, me too then, and I never got to say this: How she is rare, once in a lifetime for all mankind. But maybe it was good she did not hear. Besides, I don't think she ever laughed nearly as much as she wept.

MM
by Bert Stern
The Last Sitting (1962)