french surrealism poetry and a request

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apologies to non-speakers of french; these do not translate well as the whole point of these poems is a play on words and clichés.
to the rest: enjoy.

Langage Cuit- Robert Desnos
I
Ce vieillard encore violet ou orangé ou rose
porte un pantalon en trompe d'éléphant.

Mon amour jette-moi ce regard chaud
où se lisent de blancs desseins!

Portrait au rallongé de nos âmes
parlerons-nous à cœur fermé
et ce cœur sur le pied?
Ou joueron-nous toute la nuit à la main froide?

II
D'une voix noire
d'une voix maigre
m'a séduite
dans la nuit mince
dans le jour des temps.
Se vêtir d'un crêpe de chevelure
la muse aux seins mourants.

Et la voix ronde
dit que la voie est esclave

Quelle lumière cuite ce jour-là!

quick request: i'm looking for poems (or prayer-y type words) relating to the theme of "open hearts" or this quote by Saint Exupery from The Little Prince: "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
Thanks!

John Marsden, poems from Tomorrow series

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Below are several poems I found in John Marsden's Tomorrow, When the War Began series. In the books, one of the characters, named "Chris", wrote them.


Trucks grumble in the dark cold
On the road to despair
There's no sun, no clouds
No flags anywhere.
The men they walk with bowed heads.
They have no love to spare

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