"You entered, Abrupt like "Take it!", Mauling suede gloves, you tarried, And said: "You know,- I'm soon getting married." Get married then. It's all right, I can handle it. You see - I'm calm, of course! Like the pulse Of a corpse. Remember? You used to say: "Jack London, Money, Love and ardour,"-- I saw one thing only: You were La Gioconda, Which had to be stolen! And someone stole you. Again in love, I shall start gambling, With fire illuminating the arch of my eyebrows. And why not? Sometimes, the homeless ramblers Will seek to find shelter in a burnt down house! You're mocking me? "You've fewer emeralds of madness than a beggar kopecks, there's no disproving this!" But remember Pompeii came to end thus When somebody teased Vesuvius! Hey! Gentlemen! You care for Sacrilege, Crime And war. But have you seen The frightening terror Of my face When It's Perfectly calm? And I feel- "I"