First Of All Poem by Pierre Rausch

Elephant-leg pattern
To save and reflecting
Like one who seeks
And he was already separated from reflection

Ornamentation wasn't beginning
And it was a warm, bright, summer day
Dominating

The young girls rustled and chatted
That he seemed to himself
To be no longer anything more

On scrutinizing which appeared
How many hours did he weep
A man in the attitude
Welcome

To be no longer anything more
Kneeling on the pavement in the shadow
Welcome

Ah, my new boots! what a state they are in!
Dominating
A magisterial and maternal tone
But one's felt force