14. Still Lifes


                                            For Roger de la Fresnaye




The fat trot of gunners passes over geometry

I strip down

I shall be all made of steel soon

Without light’s set square


Clarion of modernity

The American folder

Is as dry and


As vigorous the first countrysides


And the architect’s table

Is as strictly beautiful


With a bottle of India ink

And blue shirts



Then there is a liter as well, a liter of sensuality

And that great novelty


Blank sheets of paper



April 1914.