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Little gilded table of fete days
there are women of green and dark wood
those who weep;
of dark and green wood
those who laugh.
Little table too low or too high
there are fat women
with slight shadows
there are hollow dresses
dry dresses
dresses that one wears at home and that love never makes go out.
Little table
I do not like the tables upon which I dance,
I didn’t realize it.”
What young people would not wish to murmur this air of
Jacques Baron?
“The flower that I love is charming
like a woman with a tender glance
flown away like a halo
what do you know of our loves
of the week and of the years
my friend the delicious flower.”
Have we the right to judge poets and to roll their names about
in our mouths like chewing gum until the point is reached when
they will no longer wish to say anything? If I state that the
greatest quality of Tzara is humour, I should quickly forget his
varied riches. Indolence makes us list individuals under one
heading that we call a school; but speaking accurately the indi
vidual is a complex whole and the childish error must not be
made of believing that the states of soul of such or such a one
are always of the same red, green, white or blue, which would
be like believing that negroes are equally black with identical
features.