Poem Engine
and to grow in the corn
in the heart of your ears
in a dream I shall feel
as snow does to a fire
dreaming in her pallor of gold
the snow places a white hat:
in the head like a kick
a little wild ray of light
vaguely lit by the summer moon
the crow acts as a plume
lull them asleep
and snowy belly
gods who bit
of dark blue
that runs blue
through splendid cities
inside the cool
with blue cushions
and animal fauns
lovely outstretched feet
of brilliant flies
white ophelia floating
white ophelia floats
among the foliage
your white gown
with fair hair
flowers of ink
black velvety jacket
mankind sucked joyfully
pierced with light
pours burning love
mad with love
in hideous love-making
her sweet madness
arching the marvellous
those snarling monsters
the river murmurs
kissed the nymph
your taste of
between the oleander
o pale ophelia
the devil's paladins
on the promenade
jostle together protractedly
teeming like sands
of lascivious satyrs
of mad seas
does he sink
on each skull
floats very slowly
beautiful as snow
that by starlight
raspberry and strawberry
for more than
covered with the
like dragonflies threading
lies in wait
on the water
and among water-lilies
the ruffled water-lilies
of blue waters
he sings and the woods sing
big with sap and with sunlight
and there are green lime trees
the rushes lean over her wide
of black devils and black wolves
when the sap of the world
for more than a thousand years
star which is melting away
the bark of the boughs
framed by a small branch
vision of her big breasts
the wind kisses her breasts
a little pink railway carriage
in a great bronze chariot
droops her pale flowerlike cheek
in the wine of daylight
some nest from which escapes
contained in the vast ether
on the blue summer evenings
the evening shadows pulling faces
by the wave
the shivering willows
the hidden window
who dreams with
slips amorously
their breasts
squat flower-cups
oh flower-flesh
one-armed friend
dark lilacs
its coolness on my feet
their flight along the flags
would dust with fine gold
green casket flecked with gold
of her long blue hair
golden foam on her hair
with a cloak of ignorance
like an organ of iron
of worlds on a journey
a nest of mad kisses
the beads of their loves
stars spring in the moss
a thousand years sad ophelia
the flowers that you picked
down the long black river
to love in the rose
the star has wept rose-colour
the sea has broken russet
and that he has seen
who grin at the sky
in a slumbering alder
entwine their thin arms
curves of her back
the wolves howl back
and with a backhander
has murmured its ballad
for these cracked brains
to the evening breeze
the shining fat buttocks
on his golden chariot
hemmed in by chimaeras
whence does he come
dropping pollen like commas
in each soft corner
the paladins are dancing
green and bronze dream
on the delighted earth
great conquering black eyes
away in endless flight
towards which the foam
from violet forests
nubile and full-blooded
the black gallows
proudly displays golden
studded with black
amid the hair
bathe my bare
sky is hell-red
sighing around her
dreamy eye towards
where the stars are sleeping
through this horror of space
his brow terrible and sweet
being a goddess with the
women and flowers beneath their
strew the flowers of their
i long for the time
and the gaudy lotus tree
one elbow on her urn
lying in her long veils
you melted to him
slowly he turns his
and on the horizon
and faces the horizons
we shall travel in
how the earth is
a pale street lamp
like a great lily
smile of beautiful lips
the black gallows moans
on the calm black water
and falling with the waters
streaked by the heavy wave
in the shadowy glade where
i shall let the wind
a small rustle of wings
and in the sacred woods
and do all these worlds
and unfolds in a wreath
embroidered with black moss
showed her rosy navel
at her blessed nipple
at your vermilion nipples
it is the nymph
into the deep ocean
under the light of
in their rows of
snow of rose petals
his little black puppets
her great veils rising
at times she rouses
and the horizon rushes
and the poet says
with soft little shivers
weep on her shoulder
why the blue silence
under your white skin
mount in my soul
why the golden stars
the great dreaming swan
tremble at the tones
of the greeat trees
blood of green trees
and big indiscreet trees
pierced by an unlucky
on their pale vertebrae:
of an eternal voice
it was the voice
and the murmuring waters
but endless
love will
like black
organ-pipes
flower-flesh perfumed
the rose-coloured
came snowing
unfathomable space
river water
i cared nothing for all
as I was floating down
last winter more absorbed than
when along with my haulers
gaudy redskins had taken them
nailing them naked to coloured
carrying flemish wheat or english
the rivers let me sail
into the ferocious tide rips
i no longer felt myself
hurled of the hulks hurricane
i should rudder and anchor
if there hurricane into the
in the long violet coagulations
i have seen maelstroms eternal
spinner horrible eyes of sea
whose sobs realize incredible floridas
and distances from that time
men call eternal black sea-horses
for shadow-flowers with their
of sour apples pale-eyed
clamouring birds seen archipelagos of
if there more bathed in
have seen what of doves
droppings of lichens of sunlight
stronger than alcohol lightnings and
and a sweetmeat good of
never endured more triumphant clamourings
of the sea star-infused and
devouring the green azures where
realize in antique dramas
entranced in pallid flotsam
to know the skies
gleams of the daylight
low-hanging sun speckled
a flock of doves
the yellow-blue awakenings
and of singing phosphorus
muzzles of snorting oceans
the eyes of panthers
the scented twilight
archipelagos of stars
dawns are heartbreaking
in your langours
delirious skies are
the dense maelstroms
trembled to feel
into burning funnels
drowned men sank
backwards into sleep
devoured by vermin
with black odours
the twisted trees
of pearl skies
of silver waves
of brown gulfs
i hung there
down into abysses
the giant snakes
long violet coagulations
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