Tristan Tzara

(1896 - 1963 / Moineşti / Romania)

Vegetable Swallow - Poem by Tristan Tzara

two smiles meet towards
the child-wheel of my zeal
the bloody baggage of creatures
made flesh in physical legends-lives

the nimble stags storms cloud over
rain falls under the scissors of
the dark hairdresser-furiously
swimming under the clashing arpeggios

in the machine's sap grass
grows around with sharp eyes
here the share of our caresses
dead and departed with the waves

gives itself up to the judgment of time
parted by the meridian of hairs
non strikes in our hands
the spices of human pleasures


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  • Rookie Selenaru Negrea (8/5/2008 12:39:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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