Again the world goes open like a girl’s room
From the white remotenesses street scenes come sailing up
workers with alum hands are building
a windowless house of stairways and pianos.
The poplars with a schoolboy inclination
toss each other a ball full of bird voices
and way up high an invisible airplane
paints bright blue flowers on bright blue silk.
The sun plays at my feet like a serious child.
I wear the downy mask of
the first spring breeze.
(Paul Rodenko)
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Based on Topics: World Poems, Birds PoemsBased on Keywords: stairways, pianos, airplane, windowless, alum