André Breton (1896.1966)
Autograph manuscript – Fresh Water.
One page in-4° on graph paper.
Tiny freckles.
Slnd [Circa 1914]
Rare manuscript of this early poem with Mallarméan overtones which would be published in 1919 in his collection Mont de Piété.
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The fresh water was touching your hand, fairy!
To emerge at the sighs of my lip
"I hurriedly thought," I muttered, suffocating
That she would interrupt this insipid game
On the pond where her moiré patterns abdicate
A jealous outburst, let's laugh about it!
To be consulted in the grimoires
Illuminated by flowery water.
Don't feign doubt that an oar
Embracing the mists, your yawl
To defy the wave that weaves
A plot of rushes is withering away:
A lime bed wavers.
Taking advantage of our absence
A winged reaper with a sickle
Around the pleasure boat
So that the aromas of sap
Humiliating, dripping
(The cut rushes die) your dream
As well as to the transparencies, taste.