The sensory organs watered
Continuing to slide at a speed which
Could be considered normal for
Machine-tools vegetable strainers
In front of little cars in which we
Practically haven’t slept at all
Enigmatic we were passing the ointments from Hand to hand very much at ease feeling Furtive noises float
But what actually happens?
Necklaces of men lying down in the allée
Pigs who seem innocent departed
Henceforth on a spree like us
Not even looking for the road to the station Leaving there every time
Mother of pearls trails
TRANSLATION BY JOHN ASHBERY
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