My translation of French poem - from English through Polish to English again - with a great support of my sista. Yes, both of us speak no French at all:) Good fun though:)
Antonin Artaud, Dark Poet
Dark Poet, a breast of a virgin
haunts you,
embittered poet, life seethes
and life burns,
and the sky turns itself into rain,
and your pen scratches at the heart of life.
Forest, forest, eyes abound
multiplied on pignons;
hair of storms, the poets
mount horses, dogs.
Eyes fume, tongues stir,
the sky is pouring into the nostrils
as a milk, nourishing and blue
I hang suspended on your lips
haunts you,
embittered poet, life seethes
and life burns,
and the sky turns itself into rain,
and your pen scratches at the heart of life.
Forest, forest, eyes abound
multiplied on pignons;
hair of storms, the poets
mount horses, dogs.
Eyes fume, tongues stir,
the sky is pouring into the nostrils
as a milk, nourishing and blue
I hang suspended on your lips
women, hard hearts of vinegar.
Umbilical Limbo 1926
Umbilical Limbo 1926
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