Ezra Pound - Simulacra lyrics

Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age Walk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly? Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coat Crawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand? Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville Street Undeterred by the manifest age of my trappings?