Now, imagine if, instead of all the sculptures of women they've put in public gardens and which we feel sorry for because they are exposed to the wind and rain, instead of all those glorified men that nobody bothers to look at, instead of all that useless clutter, people took it into their heads one day to erect on a vast square a tall, sleek Bird in Space, perhaps right up to the sky. And suppose, come spring, a swallow should alight on its golden tip that would create a new kind of poetry.