English poem
Interior
by Alfred Lichtenstein (1889–1914)
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.