In one corner agile incest
Turns round the virginity of a little dress
In one corner sky released
leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
In one corner bright with all the eyes
One awaits the fish of anguish.
In one corner the car of summer’s greenery
gloriously motionless forever.
In the glow of youth
lamps lit too late.
The first one shows her breasts that kill the insects that are red
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Gala Éluard was muse and lover to three members of the Surrealist movement: her two husbands, Paul Éluard and Salvador Dalí, plus Marx Ernst