The Sun Has Wept Rose

I have kissed the summer dawn. Before the palaces, nothing moved. The water lay dead. Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road.

As I drifted on a river I could not control, No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes. They were captured by howling Who nailed them naked to coloured posts.

My hunger, Anne, Anne, flee on your donkey. If I have any taste, it s for hardly anything but earth and stones.

I spend my life sitting - like an angel in the hands of a barber - a deeply fluted beer mug in my fist, belly and neck curved, a Gambier pipe in my teeth, under the air swelling with impalpable veils of smoke. Like the warm excrements in an…

Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious Beat a branch at the To see what it could see.

HE - Your breast on my breast, Eh ? We could go, With our nostrils full of air

Drinks: Sees: Law, Falls!

Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good! Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble! Oh, rack of enchantments!