Dark Poet, a maid’s breast / Haunts you, / Embittered poet, life seethes / And life burns, / And the sky reabsorbs itself in rain, / Your pen scratches at the heart of life.
/ Forest, forest, alive with your eyes, / On multiple pinions; / With storm-bound hair, / The poets mount horses, dogs./ Eyes fume, tongues stir, / The heavens surge into our senses / Like blue mother’s milk; / Women, harsh vinegar hearts, / I hang suspended from your mouths.
Dark Poet, a maid’s breast / Haunts you, / Embittered poet, life seethes / And life burns, / And the sky reabsorbs itself in rain, / Your pen scratches at the heart of life.
/ Forest, forest, alive with your eyes, / On multiple pinions; / With storm-bound hair, / The poets mount horses, dogs./ Eyes fume, tongues stir, / The heavens surge into our senses / Like blue mother’s milk; / Women, harsh vinegar hearts, / I hang suspended from your mouths.Umbilical Limbo 1926
– Antonin Artaud