andre breton
"I dream I see you endlessly superimposed upon yourself"
You''re sitting on the high coral stool
In front of your mirror always in its first quarter
Two fingers on the water wing of your comb
And at the same time
You''re returning from a journey you''re lingering the last one left in the grotto
Streaming with lightning
You don''t recognize me
You''re stretched out on the bed you wake up or you fall asleep
You wake up where you went to sleep or somewhere else
You''re naked the elderberry ball bounces again
A thousand elderberry balls hum above you
So light that at each instant you''re unaware of them
Your breath your blood saved from the crazy juggling of the air
You cross the street the cars hurled at you are nothing but their shadows
And as a
Little girl
Caught in a bellows of sparkles
You jump rope
Long enough so that the one green butterfly which haunts the peaks of Asia
Can appear at the top of the invisible stairway
I caress everything that was you
In everything that''s yet to be you
I hear the melodious hissing
Of your limitless limbs
The one serpent in all the trees
Your arms at whose center the crystal of the compass rose turns
My living fountain of Shivas