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 ...
We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederesAnd that each night form a blossoming ...
The Japanese next to me at the barbites at his sake with big irregular teeth.Behind the heavy glasses (which he ...
Silence strikes the tree trunks, upon itself retracing,turns to distance, turns to sand.I have turned my only face toward the ...
Through the hospital window chloroformFlows from a broken bottleInto evening's garden,And a poplar's feet fall asleepAnd his hands get lost ...
This man is in his foxholeBuried alive;He's barely breathing,With his bare hands, he digs out the earth.He listens—- the sound ...
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocksthe clear light bursts and enacts its rose,and the sea-circle shrinks to ...
In the wave-strike over unquiet stonesthe brightness bursts and bears the roseand the ring of water contracts to a clusterto ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
"Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy. Or seems to keepSomething inviolate if only thatHis father was an ...
Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made."Christian!" he cried, "what is your stock- in-trade?Alas! Too often nil. ...
I learn one thing:death is no longerremote. It happensto people that I love.An aunt collapseswith a thud.Her heart gives outlike ...
the hillslike poets put onpurple thought againstthemagnificent clamor ofdaytorturedin gold, which presentlycrumpledcollapsesexhaling a red soul into the darksoduneyed masterenterthe sweet ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an ...
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