At the Green Inn

At the Green Inn

Five in the

Evening

For a whole week I had ripped up my boots

on the stones of the roads.

I walked into Charleroi. -Into the Green Inn:

I asked for some slices of bread and butter,

and some half-cooked ham. Happy, I stuck out my legs under

the green table: I studied the artless patterns of the wallpaper

– and it was charming when the girl with the huge breasts

and lively eyes, – a kiss wouldn’t scare that one!

– smilingly brought me some bread and butter and lukewarm ham,

on a coloured plate; – pink and white ham,

scented with a clove of garlic – and filled my huge beer mug,

whose froth was turned into gold

by a ray of late sunshine.

October 70