Andre Breton

(19 February 1896 – 28 September 1966 / Normandy)

The Spectral Attitudes - Poem by Andre Breton

I attach no importance to life
I pin not the least of life's butterflies to importance
I do not matter to life
But the branches of salt the white branches
All the shadow bubbles
And the sea-anemones
Come down and breathe within my thoughts
They come from tears that are not mine
From steps I do not take that are steps twice
And of which the sand remembers the flood-tide
The bars are in the cage
And the birds come down from far above to sing before these bars
A subterranean passage unites all perfumes
A woman pledged herself there one day
This woman became so bright that I could no longer see her
With these eyes which have seen my own self burning
I was then already as old as I am now
And I watched over myself and my thoughts like a night watchman in an immense factory Keeping watch alone
The circus always enchants the same tramlines
The plaster figures have lost nothing of their expression
They who bit the smile's fig
I know of a drapery in a forgotten town
If it pleased me to appear to you wrapped in this drapery
You would think that your end was approaching
Like mine
At last the fountains would understand that you must not say Fountain
The wolves are clothed in mirrors of snow
I have a boat detached from all climates
I am dragged along by an ice-pack with teeth of flame
I cut and cleave the wood of this tree that will always be green
A musician is caught up in the strings of his instrument
The skull and crossbones of the time of any childhood story
Goes on board a ship that is as yet its own ghost only
Perhaps there is a hilt to this sword
But already there is a duel in this hilt
During the duel the combatants are unarmed
Death is the least offence
The future never comes

The curtains that have never been raised
Float to the windows of houses that are to be built
The beds made of lilies
Slide beneath the lamps of dew
There will come an evening
The nuggets of light become still underneath the blue moss
The hands that tie and untie the knots of love and of air
Keep all their transparency for those who have eyes to see
They see the palms of hands
The crowns in eyes
But the brazier of crown and palms
Can scarcely be lit in the deepest part of the forest
There where the stags bend their heads to examine the years
Nothing more than a feeble beating is heard
From which sound a thousand louder or softer sounds proceed
And the beating goes on and on
There are dresses that vibrate
And their vibration is in unison with the beating
When I wish to see the faces of those that wear them
A great fog rises from the ground
At the bottom of the steeples behind the most elegant reservoirs of life and of wealth
In the gorges which hide themselves between two mountains
On the sea at the hour when the sun cools down
Those who make signs to me are separated by stars
And yet the carriage overturned at full speed
Carries as far as my last hesitation
That awaits me down there in the town where the statues of bronze
and of stone have changed places with statues of wax Banyans banyans.


Comments about The Spectral Attitudes by Andre Breton

  • Susan Williams (4/26/2018 2:53:00 PM)


    Sounds like a Dada poem except... except there is such odd beauty in each line that does not seem to have anything to do with the line before or after it... except somehow I feel they do. A very surreal kind of beauty going on here. I must read more by him (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/26/2018 10:38:00 AM)


    Stage! !

    Sage;

    The bars are in the cage.

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Gajanan Mishra (4/26/2018 10:19:00 AM)


    untie the knots of love, good (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/26/2018 2:58:00 AM)


    A well depicted poem shared here astutely. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (4/26/2018 2:45:00 AM)


    Such a great poem by Andre Breton👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (4/26/2018 2:24:00 AM)


    And I watched over myself and my thoughts like a night watchman in an immense factory Keeping watch alone
    great expressions all through out the poem, thank u dear poet. tony
    (Report) Reply

  • (3/9/2016 6:26:00 AM)


    "The circus always enchants the same tramlines." Indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Dutendra Chamling (11/12/2015 4:10:00 AM)


    ...A woman pledged herself there one day
    This woman became so bright that I could no longer see her
    With these eyes which have seen my own self burning...

    Beautiful.
    (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (9/1/2015 3:38:00 AM)


    Opposing attitudes and splitting of it in parts this poem deals in detail with minute observation in life! (Report) Reply

    (4/6/2016 10:13:00 PM)

    Also the futility of striving for achievement in waking normality. I attach no importance to life, I do not matter to life.

  • K.c. Ford (9/1/2015 3:12:00 AM)


    Seems to jump all over the place. Too spaced out for me. (Report) Reply

    (5/11/2016 5:09:00 AM)

    He was the founder of the Surrealist movement.

    Kim Barney (9/1/2015 1:31:00 PM)

    Me, too.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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