The red globe of light, the liquor green,
the pulsing arrows and the running fire
spilt on the stones, go deeper than a stream;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely
Ghosts' trousers, like the dangle of hung men,
in pawn-shop windows, bumping knee by knee,
but none inside to suffer or condemn;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely.
Smells rich and rasping, smoke and fat and fish
and puffs of paraffin that crimp the nose,
of grease that blesses onions with a hiss;
You find it ugly, I find it lovely.
The dips and molls, with flip and shiny gaze
(death at their elbows, hunger at their heels)
Ranging the pavements of their pasturage;
You Find this ugly, I find it lovely .
so nobody is going to analyze this poem for me pls i have an essay due soon
this man is obviously fricking disabled as you can tell by the way he ducking stutters when he writes his own name. He also liked this poem so he must be either a dip or a moll
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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it is about slime
I can confirm its about slime.