Minulescu - Watercolor (Acuarela) Poem by Paul Abucean

In the city where the rainfall visits ev'ry other day,
the inhabitants on sidewalks
hand in hand galumph away.

In the city where the rainfall visits ev'ry other day,
with their ancient bent umbrellas
drenched and sighing as they sway,
the inhabitants on sidewalks
seem some programmed showroom dummies
marching off from the display.

In the city where the rainfall visits ev'ry other day,
all one hears along the sidewalks
is the steps of passers-by,
counting in their mind the raindrops
pouring downward from the sky,
from umbrellas and from drainpipes,
like a mighty anesthetic
giver of inert existence
of predictable consistence,
drab and dreary,
bleak and bleary,
good enough to go the distance...

In the city where the rainfall visits ev'ry other day,
an old man and an old woman -
worn and wasted showroom dummies -
hand in hand galumph away...

(1930)