She came in from the frost
Her cheeks flushed,
Filling the room
With the scent of fresh air and perfume,
With her ringing voice
And utterly disrespectful to study
Chatter.
She immediately dropped a thick volume
Of an art magazine on the floor,
And suddenly it seemed
That there was very little space
In my large room.
All this was a little annoying
And quite absurd.
However, she wanted me
To read \"Macbeth\" aloud to her.
Hardly had I reached the \"bubbles of the earth,\"
About which I cannot speak without emotion,
When I noticed that she, too, was agitated
And was looking intently out the window.
It turned out that a large, mottled cat
Was cautiously creeping along the edge of the roof,
Stalking the kissing pigeons.
I was most annoyed by the fact
That it was the pigeons, not us, who were kissing,
And that the times of Paolo and Francesca were long gone.