Drunken Coachman

When you are seventeen you aren't really serious.- One fine evening, you've had enough of beer and lemonade, And the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights!- You go walking beneath the green lime trees of the promenade. The lime trees…

My sad heart slobbers at the poop my heart covered with tobacco-spit They spew streams of soup at it My sad heart drools at the poop Under the jeerings of the soldiers who break out laughing my sad heart drools at the poop my heart covered with…

Out of what seems a coffin made of tinA head protrudes; a woman's, dark with grease -Out of a bathtub! - slowly; then a fat With ill-concealed defects upon the skin. Then streaked and grey, a neck; a shoulder-blade, A back -…

I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; my overcoat too was becoming ideal; I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;

It's a board carved wooden cupboard; the ancient dark-coloured oak has taken on that pleasant air that old people have; the cupboard is open, and gives off from its kindly shadows inviting aromas like a breath of old wine; full to overflowing,…

A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river. The abyss at the stern, The swiftness of the incline, The overwhelming passage of the tide

While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring Across the infinite expanse of day; While red or green, before their posturing King, The massed battalions break and melt away; And while a monstrous frenzy runs a course That makes…

The pigeons which flutter in the meadow, the game which runs and sees in the dark, the water animals, the animal enslaved, the last butterflies!.. also are thirsty. But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving - Oh! Favoured…