Paris; a Poem by Hope Mirrlees
…behind the ramparts of the Louvre
Freud has dredged the river and, grinning horribly,
waves his garbage in a glare of electricity,
They moan and yell and squeak
Like a thousand tom-cats in rut.
The whores like lions are seeking their meat from God :
An English padre tilts with the Moulin Rouge…
The above is an extract. For a complete PDF download of the original 1920 edition, published by Leonard and Virginia Woolf, you should visit the Hope Mirrlees on the Web site.