Interior Poem by Alfred Lichtenstein

A large space--half dark... deadly... completely confused...
Provocative!... delicate... dream-like... recesses, heavy doors
And broad shadows, which lead to blue corners...
And somewhere a sound that clinks like a Champagne glass.
On a fragile rug lies a wide picture book,
Distorted and exaggerated by a green ceiling light.
How--soft little cats--piously white girls make love!
In the background an old man and a silk handkerchief.