In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

The Fop’s Blouse I’ll sew myself black trousers from the velvet of my voice. A yellow blouse from ten feet of sunset. On the Nevsky Avenue of the world, along its polished lanes, I’ll stroll at the pace of a Don Juan and a fop. Let the earth cry out, having turned womanish in peace: “You’re on your way to rape green springs!” I’ll cast at the sun, with an impudent grin: “On the asphalt’s smooth surface I enjoy burring my r’s!” Is it not because the sky is blue, and the earth is my mistress in this festive cleansing, that I present you with verses, fun as bee-bah-bo, sharp and necessary, like toothpicks! All you women who love my meat, and this girl here, who’s looking at me as at a brother, bespatter me, the poet, with smiles— I’ll sew them with flowers onto my fop’s blouse! 1914 the early years ✦ 49 ...

Share