To the right, the sky, to the left, the sea. <br />And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers. <br />A cloud, the road, follows its vertical way <br />Parallel to the plumb line of the horizon, <br />Parallel to the rider. <br />The horse races towards its imminent fall <br />And the other climbs interminably. <br />How simple and strange everything is. <br />Lying on my left side <br />I take no interest in the landscape <br />And I think only of things that are very vague, <br />Very vague and very pleasant, <br />Like the tired look you walk around with <br />Through this beautiful summer afternoon <br />To the right, to the left, <br />Here, there, <br />In the delirium of uselessness.<br /><br />Robert Desnos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lying-down/
