P a b lo d e R ok h a *** THE ROOFTOPS smoke monotonously tearfully, the landscape, the natural world gestures like a naive, sleepyheaded, idiotic DRAGONFLY, and someone sings songs of yesterday; houses are worn like raincoats. *** We carry on our backs all of MAN’S pain and ours as well; uf!.. it’s freezing!.. --woman, bring the heater, some blankets and the WINE!.. (1922)
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