one April dusk the
sallow street-lamps were turning
snowy against a west of robin's egg blue when
i entered a mad street whose
mouth dripped with slavver of
spring
chased two flights of squirrel-stairs into
a mid-victorian attic which is known as
O ΠΑΡΞΕΝΩΝ
and having ordered
yaoorti from
Nicho'
settled my feet on the
ceiling inhaling six divine inches
of Haremina in
the thick of the snick-
er of cards and smack of back-
gammon boards i was aware of an entirely
dirty circle of habitués their
faces like cigarettebutts, chewed
with disdain, led by a Jumpy
Tramp who played each
card as if it were a thunderbolt red-
hot peeling
off huge slabs of a fuzzy
language with the aid of an exclamatory
tooth-pick
And who may that
be i said exhaling into
eternity as Nicho' laid
before me bread
more downy than street-lamps
upon an almostclean
plate
“Achilles”
said
Nicho'
“and did you perhaps wish also shishkabob?”
One April Dusk The
E. E. Cummings
(1)
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