26 
they leap faster and faster 
they dance with force and exasperated vigor 
they upset the cleft-footed and the he-virgin 
everything turns rolls races 
the violets turn red 
the day is cradled in its fluidities 
its crowns of light 
its imperishable foliage 
the evening holds out a star to me 
and sophie shakes the dream flower 
in the bell of the sky 
• 
meudon 1945 from “siege de lair”