电梯上的女孩——桂冠诗人布可夫斯基

As I go towards the escalator a young fellow and a girl get on ahead of me.

Her dress, her stockings are skin-tight.

She places one foot above the other upon the steps and her behind assumes its position.

The young man looks all about. He appears worried. He looks at me. I look away.

No, you see, I am looking away, I am not looking at your girl's behind.

Don't worry, I respect everything; the flowers that grow, the birds, the sky, the universe.

I sense that the young man feels better and I am glad for him.

I know his problems: the girl has a mother, a father, maybe a brother, and undoubtedly a bunch of relatives.

She like to dance and flirt.

And she likes to go to movies and sometimes she chews the gum and talks at the same time.