THEY OUTSTAR THE STARS...
They outstar the stars.
They outnight the night.
To the east lands every which way –
a sword! a sword! a sword!
With songs, with hammers! –
(the motif—a locomotive!) –
They come upon factories,
waters, fields of rye...
She has – puffed up breasts!
He’s a locomotive! –
They come upon factories,
waters, fields of rye...
When they grow tired they’ll embrace,
and go to the west lands again to sleep.
And from their fragrant bodies
dewy perspiration...
1919