Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NO GROUNDS FOR PROSECUTION, by ANDRE BRETON


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First Line: Art of days art of nights
Last Line: Never freedom but for freedom
Subject(s): Paris, France


Art of days art of nights
The scale of wounds called Pardon
Red scale that quivers under the weight of a wing
When the snow-necked horsemen with empty hands
Push their vaporous chariots across the meadows
I see this scale jumping madly up and down
I see the graceful ibis
Returning from the pool laced within my heart
The wheels of the charming dream and its splendid ruts
Mounting high upon the shells of their dresses And surprise bounding wildly over the sea
Depart my darling dawn forget nothing of my life
Take these roses creeping in the mirror-well
Take every beating of every lid
Take everything down to the threads that hold the steps of rope and
waterdrop dancers
Art of days art of nights
I stand before a distant window in a city filled with horror
Outside men with stovepipe hats follow one another at regular intervals
Like the rains I loved
When the weather was fine
The Wrath of God was the name of the cabaret I entered last night
It was written on the white façade in even whiter letters
But the mermaids gliding behind the windows
Are too happy to be afraid
Never bodies here always the assassin without proof
Never the sky always the silence
Never freedom but for freedom








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