عميمة فوق سروال - مايكوفسكي - سودنة بمنتهى الإهمال

Quote: And when -- Nevertheless! -- The street coughed up the strain onto the square And pushed the portico off its throat, at last, It seemed as if, Accompanied by the choirs of an archangel’s chorus, Recently robbed, God would show us His heat! But the street squatted down and yelled out coarsely: “Let’s go eat!” The Krupps9 and the Krupplets gather around To paint menacing brows on the city, While in the gorge Corpses of words are scatted about,-- Two live and thrive,-- “Swine” And another one,-- I believe “borsch”. And poets, soaking in sobs and complaining, Run from the street, resentful and sour: “With those two words there’s no way to portray now A beautiful lady, Or love Or a dew-covered flower.” And after the poets, Thousands of others stampeded: Students, Prostitutes, Salesmen.