Summertime
After Osip Mandelstam
What a summer! Young workmen,
Tatars, walk out with their girls
Filling the parks at evening
With brawny arms and cotton skirts
And their little brass keys
Hello! Hello!
They call, they respond, they turn
Down the walks like dancers
In a minuet. And who knows? Tonight,
Some might even change partners
Batting their long lashes
One-two and one-two.
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