I – The Old Shoe Man

Outside the pitch, nothing to do
The lily is born white, as smell
Simply I prefer it
Such a good mender

It goes of leather to my pair to
Add more that I never
Had, it discourages
A need of bare heels

His hammer which goes astray
Fixed with cheeky nails
On the sole the urge
Still leading elsewhere

He would recreate shoes,
O feet! If you wanted it!

II – The Woman Selling Aromatic Herbs

Your blue straw of lavender
Do not believe with this daring
Eyelash that you sell it to me
As the hypocrite has it

On wallpaper the wall
Of places absolute places
For the belly which scoffs at
Returning to the blue feelings

Better between an intrusive
Hair here put it there
That the strand feels wholesome
Zephirine, Pamela

Or leads toward the husband
The beginning of your lice

III – The Road Mender

These pebbles, you grade them flat
And it is, like a troubadour
A cube also of brains
Which I need to open daily

IV – The Seller of Garlic and Onions

The tedium of going visiting
With garlic we take it away
The elegy in the tear hesitates
A bit if I split onions

V – The Worker’s Wife

The woman, the child, the soup
Along the way for the quarryman
Complimenting him that it cuts
During the custom of getting married

VI – The Glazier

The pure sun which put back
Too much pure brightness to sort him out
Removes his shirt, dazzled,
On the back of the glazier

VII – The Newsboy

Still, the title doesn’t matter
Without himself catching a cold from
A thaw, these earnings whistle a liter
Shouting an early edition

VIII – The Old Clothes Woman

The keen eye out of which you look
Up to their contents
Separates me from my clothes
And like a god I go naked