Unwashed

I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassel; oh dear me!what marvellous loves I dreamed of!My only pair of breeches had a big hole in them.- Stargazing TomThumb, I sowed rhymes along the way.My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear. – My stars in the skyrustled softly.And I listened…

down on Nature barren of flowers letthem sweep from the wide skies, the dear delightful rooks.Strange army with your stern cries,the cold winds are assaulting your nests!You – along yellowed rivers, over the roads with their old Calvarys,over ditches, over holes – disperse! And rally!In your thousands, over the fields of Francewhere the day before…

We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waitsIn each corner too.You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,Grimacing shadows of evening,Those snarling monsters, a crowd going pastOf black wolves and black demons.Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard…A little kiss, like a maddened spider,Will run over your neck…And you’ll say: “Catch…

The pale man thinks about the TuileriesIn flower…and at times his dead eye flames.His twenty years of orgy have made him drink!He told himself: ‘I will extinguishLiberty As I put out a candle– softly, politely…’Liberty lives again! He feels worn out.They’ve caught him. Now what name tremblesOn his silent lips? What quick regret?No one will…

with the scent of polish and fruit,I was shoveling up at my easea plateful of some Belgian dishor other, and sprawling in my enormous chair.While I ate, I listened, happy and silent, to the clock.The kitchen door opened with a gust,and the servant girl came in,I don’t know what for,neckerchief loose, hair dressed impishly.And, passing…

the whiteness of women’s bodies attacking the sun;silken, in masses and pure lily, banners under the walls a maiden defended;The frolic of angels – No… the current of gold in motion moves its arms,dark and above all cool, of green. She [the weed] sinks,and having the blue Heaven for a canopy,takes for curtains the shade…