Marina Tsvetaeva,
Floor-cleaners' Song
“ Reeling, glide at you, we dance it: ‘Tip us nicely for the gloss!’ It’s no putty that we daubs On your ashen-wooden floors It’s the bloody sweat we daubs Over all your pretty floors We polish it hard! ”
Marina Tsvetaeva,
Floor-cleaners' Song
“ Lump her up, ’n’ that we’re gonna! Naked feet Feel the heat! Cleaner-upper’s sickly fellow: Sweat all over, while you prance! Hence the visage – drab and sallow: It’s the limb as ruddy runs We trace with feet We toil at speed ”
