A room with low windows, with brown shades,

Where a Danzig clock keeps silent in the corner;

A low leather sofa; and right above it

The sculpted heads of two smiling devils;

And a copper pan shows its gleaming paunch.

On the wall a painting that depicts winter.

A crowd of people skate on ice

Between the trees, smoke comes from a chimney,

And crows fly in an overcast sky.

Nearby a second clock. A bird sits inside.

It pops out squawking and calls three times.

And it has barely finished its third and last call

When mother ladles out soup from a hot tureen.