At last shee found a man,
- I am told –
A husband – like or almost so
Thick or thin like a fan, I do not know.
Dark or white, short or tall ?
With two black eyes or just a single one ?
Cold as I am or warmer than
Deep south Italy sun of Sorrento ?
Only she these questions answer can
Ask her- hurry up – ask, ask
Quickly, before the dark,
For just after that
He will my chair
In the front room occupy very fast.
Unfair, anfair,
Ask her to tell you the truth, ask her,
If she can, if she dares.
At night she will lay her head-
A tiny one full of gold and painted hair
On his huge and dark hairy arm,
And sleeps like dead-
For she- as she always was-
Loves the dark skin of Othello
And even his African jealousy
She loves, she adores.

Shut up man :
Pull the curtains, pull them down,
Shut the doors and the air,
Be polite and quiet and fair :
A coloured and fantastic movie is going on-
In the dark.
 

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