BLUFFING

So that was Russian Art—A blotch of red And yellow flames, and towers childishly Drawn in thick lines, and curved as though the walls Were falling in. Scores and scores of these Were crowded in a narrow frame, thick piled That left us stunned, amazed—we could not guess From the queer Russian signs and mumbled words What we were meant to think the show was for. But going out, we coughed importantly And then we said “Here’s a new tone in Art.” While inwardly we wondered what that meant.