Duomo di Milano, I wish you were more than everything...

Sure, you’re pretty,
but too much for me.
You suffocate with puzzles of grand intricacy.
You see, perpendicular lines, aesthetic, long -
please and arouse when one comprehends form.
Yet you are all styles; flamboyant and loud.
Supremely imposing and not logically sound.

Oh, Madonnina, how to love you I wish!
So why put yourself on the spire of kitsch?
So why prevent ascension to our first gothic kiss?
— P. Kalachev