«Of evenings hangs above the restaurant / A humid, wild and heavy air. / The Springtide spirit, brooding, pestilent, / Commands the drunken outcries there. Far off, above the alley's mustiness, / Where bored gray summerhouses lie, / The baker's sign swings gold through dustiness, / And l...»
«At evening, above the restaurants, / the sultry air is savage, heavy, / and the breath of spring, corruption, / holds the sound of drunken shouting. Far off, over the dusty streets / the boredom of suburban houses, / the bakery's gilt sign glitters, faintly, / and there's the noise of c...»
«At evening, above the restaurants, / the sultry air is savage, heavy, / and the breath of spring, corruption, / holds the sound of drunken shouting. Far off, over the dusty streets / the boredom of suburban houses, / the bakery’s gilt sign glitters, faintly, / and there’s the noise ...»
«I didn’t know you when you were in your full glory, / I only saw your fiery ascent, / But, maybe, today I have the right / To remember that day from years ago. / How sounds braced the lines of your poetry / With voices like we’d never heard... / Your young hands didn’t rest, / An...»