HANS ARP:

I’m bored,
Waiting to make a sound,
I’ve been whitemailed by the marks you left for me,
Dark sculptural forms wait down the track,
An empty platform at night,
A distant duck,
A saucerful of Africa,
A bag,
A pallet of Red,
A mouth at the door,
A sofa ditched in a beauty spot,
Deciphering a masterpiece

(K)