Andre Breton Poems (11 Poems)
Le Verbe (Andre Breton Poems)
Je connais le d (Andre Breton)
Postman Cheval (Andre Breton Poems)
We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederesAnd that each night form a blossoming branch between your shoulders and the arms of your well beloved wheelbarrowWhich we tear out swifter than sparks at your … Continue reading
The Spectral Attitudes (Andre Breton Poems)
I attach no importance to lifeI pin not the least of life’s butterflies to importanceI do not matter to lifeBut the branches of salt the white branchesAll the shadow bubblesAnd the sea-anemonesCome down and breathe within my thoughtsThey come from … Continue reading
Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poems)
Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my windowA wholly imaginary houseIt is there that from one second to the nextIn the … Continue reading
Tournesol (Andre Breton Poems)
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles ? la tomb?e de l’?t?Marchait sur la pointe des piedsLe d?sespoir roulait au ciel ses grands arums si beauxEt dans le sac ? main il y avait mon r?ve ce flacon de selsQue seule … Continue reading
Less Time (Andre Breton Poems)
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything,there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and someothers; I’ve … Continue reading
Less Time (Andre Breton Poem)
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything, there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some … Continue reading
Five Ways To Kill A Man (Andre Breton Poem)
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this properly you require a crowd of people wearing … Continue reading
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With the waist of an hourglass With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger … Continue reading
Le Verbe ?tre (Andre Breton Poem)
Je connais le d?sespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le d?sespoir n’a pas d’ailes, il ne se tient pas n?cessairement ? une table desservie sur une terrasse, le soir, au bord de la mer. C’est le d?sespoir et ce n’est pas … Continue reading
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