the public, the people

watery eyes

nothing was wanting

over the trees

stood forgotten

the spherical jar of chloroform

young men kneeling

his blanched nose

visibly constricted

neither a miser nor a hypochondriac

less ideologically hampered

in half-profile

the lonely and domineering man

no blame attaches


stunted, useless

behind a cordon

salt and silver mines

with lucrative strangers

stripped of mold


gilded spectacles

a rose bush like any other

in a great loop

kind, clean

brown coats

empty pomp


a student cap

with creepers

rude cushions

do notice

even the most worthless among them