Perfumes, flowers, love, dancing, music, Sleeping beneath the fair star, The nude Aphrodite, A child that's beginning to walk, The Spartan Biting his lower lip; The cithern's sound: I am the man who's inventing the new cement. The brooklets become rivers, Inns palaces; The sensibility overstimulated by the under side, Is looking for chimneys, new elegance, Whose ovens' goal is to melt the chains of liberty. The air is not white, Rich men do not love war. My service is gold, and I eat from a plain dish. Coast lands are not like the mountains. @3Intelligence is the apple of Adam Stupidity that of Wilhelm Tell.@1 The game of dominoes was invented by Menander; There are not enough dominoes for me to like the game. The backside is always the same; The sun is always the same, The moon too, Art, too. Novelty is only a drawing-room masquerade; There is wit But wit is Italian And the finest thing in Italy Is the mandolins. P.S. Don Quixote is an example. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT DEAD JOYS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT GRISELDA: CHAPTER 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SANDY STAR: 5. ONUS PROBANDI by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CHINESE PROCESSION by WITTER BYNNER |