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Sloní mládě

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Má láska k tobě teď — je sloní mládě,
— Berlín či Paříž rodištěm mu byly —

a svými chodidly jak z vaty cupe

si po pokojích majitele cirku.

Ach, nedávej mu makových těch housek,

ach, nedávej mu celé hlávky zelí:

on může sníst jen srpek mandarinky

a malý bonbon nebo kousek cukru.

A neplač, milá, že ho v těsné kleci

pro posměch davu do zvěřince dají,

a příručí za smíchu midinetek

mu pod nos pouští dým své cigarety.

Nemysli, milá, že snad přijde chvíle,

kdy rozzuří se, pouta svoje strhá,

a do ulic jak autobus se vřítí,

by zdrtil vše, co s nářkem před ním prchá.

Ach ne, ať zjeví se ti ve snu zrána

v brokátu, mědi, se pštrosími pery

jak ten, co k Říma branám rozechvělým

vznešeně, hrdě nesl Hannibala.

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