Marzibill
translation: Guillaume Apollinaire
joanne seltzer
Along high street in Cologne
She came and went through the night
Offered to all in all sweetness
Then drank the boredom of the streets
Quite late in shabby brassieries
She went down on straw
For a redheaded pinkfaced pimp
Breathing garlic he was a Jew
And having come from Taiwan
Took her from a Shanghai brothel
I know all kinds of people
They don't match their destiny
Indecisive as dead leaves
Their eyes are poorly slaked fires
Their hearts stir like their doors
