A lacrymal tincture washes
          The cabbage-green skies:
Under the drooling tree with tender shoots ...
          You raincoats

White with special moons
          With round eyes
Knock together you kneecaps,
          My ugly ones!

We loved one another at that time,
          Blue ugly one!
We ate soft boiled egges
          And chickweed!

One evening you consecrated me poet,
        Blond ugly one:
Come down here, that I can whip you
          on my lap;

I vomited your brilliantine,
          Black ugly one;
You would cut off my mandolin
          On the edge of my brow.

Bah! my dried saliva,
          Red-headed ugly one,
Still infects the trenches
          Of your round breast!

O my little lovers,
          How I hate you!
Plaster with painful blisters
          Your ugly tits!

Trample on my old pots
          Of sentiment;
--Up now! be ballerinas for me
          For one moment! ...

You shoulder blades are out of joint,
          O my loves!
A star on your limping backs,
          Turn with your turns.

And yet it is for these mutton shoulders
          That I have made rhymes!
I would like to break your hips
          For having loved!

Insipid pile of stars that have failed,
          Fill the corners!
--Youwill collapse in God, saddled
          With ignoble cares!

Under special moons,
          With round eyes,
Knock together your kneecaps,
          My ugly ones!