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Free Union
by Andre Bretontranslated by B. Zavatsky and Z. Rogow My woman with her forest-fire hair With her heat-lightning thoughts With her hourglass waist My woman with her otter waist in a tiger's mouth My woman with her rosette mouth a bouquet of stars of the greatest magnitude With her teeth of white mouse footprints on the white earth With her tongue of polished amber and glass My woman with her stabbed eucharist tongue With her tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes With her tongue of oncredible stone My woman with her eyelashes in a child's handwriting With her eyebrows the edge of a swallow's nest My woman with her shoulders of champagne And a dolphin-headed fountain under ice My woman with her matchstick wrists My woman with her lucky fingers her ace of hearts fingers With her fingers of new-mown hay My woman with her armpits of marten and beechnuts Of Midsummer Night Of privet and angelfish nest With her seafoam and floodgate arms Arms that mingle the wheat and the mill My woman with rocket legs With her movements of clockwork and despair My woman with calves of elder tree pith My woman with her feet of initials With her feet of bunches of keys with her feet of weaverbirds taking a drink My woman with her pearl barley neck My woman with her Val d'or cleavage Cleavage of a rendezvous in the very bed of the mountain stream With her breasts of night My woman with her undersea molehill breasts My woman with her breasts of the crucible of rubies With her breasts of the specter of the rose beneath the dew My woman with her belly of the unfolding fan of days With her giant claw belly My woman with her back of a bird fleeing vertically With her quicksilver back With her back of light With her nape of rolled stone and damp chalk And a falling glass that's just been sipped My woman with her rowboat hips With her hips of a chandelier and arrow feathers And stems of white peacock plumes Her hips an imperceptible pair of scales My woman with her buttocks of sandstone and abestos My woman with the buttocks of a swan's back My woman with her buttocks of springtime With her gladiolus sex My woman with her sex of placer and platypus My woman with her sex of seaweed and old-fashioned candies My woman with her mirror sex My woman with her eyes full of tears With her eyes of violet armor and a speedometer needle My woman with her savannah eyes My woman with her eyes of water to drink in prison My woman with her eyes of forests forever beneath the axe With her eyes of sea-level air-level earth and fire |
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