​M. B.

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      Winter has spent this snow

       out of envy, but spring is here!

       He sits at the breakfast table

       in his yellow hair

       and disdains even the sun

       walking outside

       in spangled slippers:

       He looks out: there is

       a glare of lights

       before a theater—

       a sparkling lady

       passes quickly to

       the seclusion of

       her carriage.

      Presently

       under the dirty, wavy heaven

       of a borrowed room he will make

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      re-inhaled tobacco smoke

       his clouds and try them

       against the sky's limits!