Andre Breton

(19 February 1896 – 28 September 1966 / Normandy)

Less Time - Poem by Andre Breton

Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,
there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
others; I've distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I've
kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for
if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the
re-entrance is on the other. You see what you still have to do. Hours, grief, I don't keep a
reasonable account of them; I'm alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no
one passes (underline passes). You don't know this man? It's Mr. Same. May I introduce Madam
Madam? And their children. Then I turn back on my steps, my steps turn back too, but I don't
know exactly what they turn back on. I consult a schedule; the names of the towns have been
replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to me. Shall I go to A, return to B,
change at X? Yes, of course I'll change at X. Provided I don't miss the connection with boredom!
There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah! how beautiful the parallels are under God's

Comments about Less Time by Andre Breton

  • Silver Star - 3,282 Points Dutendra Chamling (11/12/2015 4:21:00 AM)

    Less time than it takes to say it: Perpendicular. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 14 Points Sue Ann Simar (1/4/2009 1:14:00 AM)

    You always have to wonder about the translation, but this has vitality and wordplay. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 30, 2011

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