Love of one’s neighbor

 

 

Did anyone see the frog crossing the street?

A tiny man: a doll isn’t daintier.

He drags along on his knees: ashamed you would say.

... No, he’s rheumatic, one leg behind, then pulled up...

Where to, like that? He’s come from the sewer, poor clown.

No-one at all noticed that frog in the street.

Once, nobody noticed me in the street,

Nowadays children make fun of my yellow star.

Lucky frog... You have no yellow star.

 

 

 

Max Jacob