My Tutor Taught Me Angrily
My tutor taught me angrily, his fists walking about my ears,
That I was to smile with great indulgence on Young Love.
Prepared for me from the Beginning was the poisonously boiling water.
Since I see I cannot avoid it, I am working up a thirst.
My mother's skin and my father's beard are a comfort to me in dreams.
I spend all my waking life trying to improve on those pleasures.
Immaturity's not knowing your motives? No, it's something rather worse.
Immaturity is not knowing that your motives are transparent.
A glass ball is a good stop to the mouth of a glass bottle. I can't stop
Lightly drumming my nails on the floor of this paper cup.
A beautiful girl—beautiful!—despite her buck teeth. She says,
With her eyes on fire, that she's never felt this way before;—
She's never felt this way before, but she's only nineteen.
Get over yourself, Madrid. She's never felt any way before.
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