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Poem: ‘Max Ernst’ by Paul Eluard

In a corner agile incest
Circles the virginity of a little dress.
In a corner the sky turned over
To the spines of the storm leaves white balls behind.

In the brightest corner of every eye
We’re expecting the fish of anguish.
In a corner the car of summer
Immobile glorious and forever.

In the light of youth
Lamps lit very late.
The first one shows its breasts that red insects are killing.

Paul Eluard
Captial of Pain 1926

Translated by Mary Ann Caws & Patricia Terry