In Paris, in Vincennes, collapsed house, Attaching 30 working. ministers condoled. 200 Communists and protesters arrested.
from newspapers.
beautiful spiers
Rapier-homes
You see,
in cars barreling.
beautiful
in Paris
pale Empire,
beautiful
Palais renaissance.
here, they honor
beauty,
Boulevard metya,
art
honor zdoróat -
shine
age
in the palace medyah
architects names.
dog
on the Seine
blacken palaces
of zheltizne
in the autumn,
and most of these
palaces
creator
now
become blue in Vincennes.
Here, do not cry
and do not speak,
nadvinuta
cap
brow.
on clay
in turn to God
in a row
thirty
workers coffins.
Hromok
Parisian uproar events,
but this -
of unworthy:
owners
hurriedly
build a house,
and the house
collapsed building the.
on beams
as if
rubbed tomato.
stone
I stood oveŕmynoyu -
stone sky,
stone houses
worse,
and huge stone.
sunset ends.
hour too late.
night
I hid mutilated.
Hard
favorite
recognize
in a human
ragout of limbs.
Children,
What are you scared of blood?!
Wash
dad
blood from the cheek!
Build
of pulmonary
celestial roofs
dad -
heavenly roofer.
On the Pope sorrow
stupid and dull,
he -
French angel,
and though,
his
and in the sky
prikažut Stat
God's laborer.
Sister,
what
I leaned, shivering,—
obvisli
whip-hand?!
Look,
how wonderful
chief Agen
paired with
sun-epoletin.
Calm down, woman,
uhomonys,
tears
morning
his cheeks on the bark ...
Look,
I came
Prime Minister
Monsieur Poincare.
Rich,
important gentlemen with him,
on portfolios
crowns prints.
Monsieur Minister
will help,
will give ...
plump hand in glove.
breakfast,
looking sideways,
gutter coffin
on the edge
wet grief.
Their case is one -
"PASE and tobacco",
i.e -
"Bay tó blood ".
hear:
shouting
and scraps of songs
domchalis
AIDS wind́at…
it azhany
nose and glasses
our
beaten in the metro.
Let be
silly
praise
his perch -
pretit
boasting fatherly.
I praise you,
"Republique Francaise",
free
and democratic.
free, brothers,
free, fathers,
expect
here
ascension,
to the new Louis
Pale and palaces
went to
dog-in-the-manger.
to city
highs
grown to god,
to see,
in cars barreling,
how marvelous
pale
Louis Katorz,
Empire
and renaissance.