Sevillean Sketch
The sun leaves violet eye-rings in the eaves of the houses, papyrusing the skin of hangedmen shirts in the middle of the road.
Windows with the breath and lips of a woman!
Dogs pass by with hips of a ballerina. Pimps with their pants as shiny as shoe polish. Nags that on Sunday have their guts gored in the bull ring.
The courtyards make orange blossoms and engagements!
There is a cape stuck in window bars with the nervousness of a bat. A priest of Zurbarán, who is selling an antique dealer a stolen chasuble in the sacristy. Some excessive eyes, which get ulcers from looking.
The women have open pores like tiny suction cups and a temperature seven-tenths higher than normal.
Sevilla, March, 1920
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