In the first paragraph he is imagining the mysterious beautiful women in the context of a lovers' parting. But he’s describing what happened as an aesthete, not a lover himself.
The narrator wants the emotion to be enacted in a perfect, stylised way, so rather than describing what’s happening, he directs the scene. That’s why these descriptive lines all start with an order: stand, weave, clasp, fling.
Does this mean the narrator is himself the lover, reconstructing his own actions? Or is he just an artist, playing with his characters?
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