Festival

FESTIVAL Steel fireworks! How charming its lightening. How cunning its creator To mix some grace with courage. Two shells, a pink burst, Like two breasts revealed Insolently hold out their tips. He knew how to love. What an epitaph! A poet in the forest, Carelessly views his revolver, Its safety-catch on And at roses dying of hope. He dreams of Saadi's roses And suddenly his head droops, As a rose repeats the soft curve of a hip. The air is full of a dreadful liquor Filtered from half-closed stars. The shells caress the night's soft perfume In which you lie. O, gangrene of roses!