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May 5, 1936

Undress
bathe in that dark pond
You have nothing to fear
You've done it before
Your body's waterproof, not a sponge

The sun will dry the mud
It will fall into dust
bathe
go ahead
The earth is vast and so is your heart
which, all things carefully considered,
hasn't yet known error
and has never known dirt.

(Uncollected journal entry, translated by William Kulik)

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VII. Sky song

The flower of the Alps said to the seashell: "you are shining"
The seashell said to the sea: "you resound"
The sea said to the boat: "you quiver"
The boat said to the fire: "you are glowing"
The fire said to me: "I glow less brightly than her eyes"
The boat said to me: "I quiver less than your heart when she appears"
The sea said to me: "I resound less than her name in your love"
The seashell said to me: "I shine less than the phosphorus of desire in your empty dream"
The flow of the Alps said to me: "she is lovely"
I said: "she is lovely, she is lovely, she is touching."

(Translated by Mary Ann Caws)


~ Robert Desnos