Paris. (Conversations with the Eiffel Tower)

Obsharkan zillion feet.
Isshelesten tyschey tires.
I borozzhu Paris –
eerily lonely,
do not yellow faces,
to yellow no soul.
Around me –
car science fiction dance,
around me –
of zverorybih mugs –
even with Louis
svystyt water, fountain.
I'm out
на Place de la Concorde *.
* Concorde (France.).
I'm waiting,
until,
podnyav reznuyu cupola,
homes surveillance tire out,
to me,
the Bolsheviks,
in attendance
Eiffel comes out of the fog.
– T-sh-sh,
tower,
quieter spank! –
see! –
moon – guillotine horror.
I tell you what
(prishipilsя whisper,
her
in radiouho
şepçu,
buzz):
– I razagitiroval things and buildings.
we –
just waiting for your consent.
Tower –
You want to lead a rebellion?
Tower –
we
You choose a leader!
Do not you –
sample engine genius –
here
melt off apollinerovskih verses.
For you
not a place – place of decay –
Paris prostitutes,
poets,
Exchange.
metro agreed,
subway with me –
they
of its coated nutria
public vyplyuyut –
blood will wash away
from the walls
posters perfumes and powders.
they have seen –
do not pour them
the cars of the rich.
They are not slaves!
they have seen –
them
more persons
our posters,
fight posters.
Tower –
Streets do not be afraid!
If a
Metro will not release outside primer –
priming
ispolosuyut rails.
I rail raises rebellion.
afraid of?
Restaurants intercede flocks?
afraid of?
Come to the aid Rive Gauche *.
* Left Coast (France.).
Do not be afraid!
I talked with bridges.
by swimming
river
cross
is not easy!
bridges,
incensed by the movement of the evil,
rise up at once to Paris sides.
bridges zabuntuyut.
The first call –
passers bulking bulls on the stone.
All things are reared.
things unbearable.
will be held
Fifteen years
twenty-il,
obdryabnet steel,
themselves
things
here
will go
Montmartre at night sold.
Idemte, tower!
To us!
You –
there,
we,
more necessary!
Come to us!
In blesteni steel,
in fumes –
we will meet you.
We will pick you up gently,
than the first favorite favorite.
Go to Moscow!
We
in Moscow
vent.
You
– each! –
will be on the street.
we
you will be grooming:
hundreds of times
per day
suns cleared up your steel and copper.
Let be
your city,
Paris Franta and dur,
Paris tabloid rotozeev,
one ends, in solid skladbischas Louvre,
In the old forest of Boulogne and museums.
Forward!
Step into by four powerful paws,
nailed drawings Eiffel,
that thy forehead izradiilo in our sky,
to our stars before you funked!
Make up your mind, tower, –
now get up all the same,
reversal of Paris from the top and to the bottom!
Idemte!
To us!
To us, in USSR!
Come to us –
I
you'll get a visa!
[1923]

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