A Baby Elephant
Nikolay Gumilev
trans. Carl R. Proffer
Right now my love for you is a baby elephant
Born in Berlin or in Paris,
And treading with its cushioned feet
Around the zoo director's house.
Do not offer it French pastries,
Do not offer it cabbage heads,
It can eat only sections of tangerines,
Or lumps of sugar and pieces of candy.
Don't cry, my sweet, because it will be put
Into a narrow cage, become a joke for mobs,
When salesman blow cigar smoke into its trunk
To the cackles of their girl friends.
Don't imagine, my dear, that the day will come
When, infuriated, it will snap its chains
And rush along the streets,
Crushing howling people like a bus.
No, may you dream of it at dawn,
Clad in bronze and brocade and ostrich feathers,
Like that magnificent beast which once
Bore Hannibal to trembling Rome.
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being an orange cat would fix me
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I'm late to the Addisons appreciation party, but I brought snacks I hope you'll enjoy??
I really like the idea that they have a natural glow, but I also find it funny how they're CMY essentially, or highlighters. In the additive model in colour light theory, white is the combination of all the colours, while magenta/yellow/cyan are the main secondary colours.
I thought what if Spamton's original purpose was not to stand out on his own like the other colours but to accentuate them? Give them that extra boost, that extra glow so they shine brighter..... which could lead to wanting to branch out on his own, so on and so forth.
Being white means he can have access to all the colours, just can't use it for long (identity theft is no laughing matter, spamton)
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