Here, nature is absent and architecture is simply a borgo crammed with generic people (gente, persona, malevoli, uomini) sometimes deprecatingly reduced to animalesque masses (stuol, greggia) who misanthropize the poet's heart.

I already checked that out, and Keller has never called to get it out of impound.

Recycling old things into new, useful ones is one of the main rules of DIY-ing.

His clothes were apt to look oily and smell of eating-houses.