I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles <br />In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one <br /> after another <br />The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes <br /> this morning <br />Coral crowned with holly knocks on her door <br />Ah! coal again always coal <br />I conjure you coal tutelary genius of dreams and my <br /> solitude let me let me speak again of the beautiful <br /> swimmer who was afraid of coral <br />No longer tyrannize this seductive subject of my <br /> dreams <br />The beautiful swimmer was reposing in a bed of lace <br /> and birds <br />The clothes on a chair at the foot of the bed were <br /> illuminated by gleams the last gleams of coal <br />The one that had come from the depths of the sky and <br /> earth and sea was proud of its coral beak and great <br /> wings of crape <br />All night long it had followed divergent funerals toward <br /> suburban cemeteries <br />It had been to embassy balls marked white satin gowns with <br /> its imprint a fern leaf <br />It had risen terribly before ships and the ships had not <br /> returned <br />Now crouched in the chimney it was watching for the <br /> waking of foam and singing of kettles <br />Its resounding step had disturbed the silence of nights <br /> in streets with sonorous pavements <br />Sonorous coal coal master of dreams coal <br />Ah tell me where is that beautiful swimmer the swimmer <br /> who was afraid of coral? <br />But the swimmer herself has gone back to sleep <br />And I remain face to face with the fire and shall remain <br /> through the night interrogating the coal with wings of <br /> darkness that persists in projecting on my monotonous <br /> road the shadow of its smoke and the terrible <br /> reflections of its embers <br />Sonorous coal coal pitiless coal<br /><br />Robert Desnos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/identity-of-images-identit-eacute-des-images/
