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Printed OJ'~eonard c;,.. Virginia Woolf at The Bogartll Press, Parad;s4 Road) .Richmond 1919
want a holophrase NORD-SUD ZIG-ZAG LION NOIR CACAO BLOOKER Black-figured vases in Etruscan tombs RUE DU BAC (DUBONNET) SOLFERINO (DUBONNET) CHAMBRE DES DEPUTES
EN RECONNAISSANCE ....;;;,;N:;;O;;.T.;;R;;;E=D:;;;A~M:::.A~E:!:;;;D~E~P:!AR~I;::S!.... Bre~ekekek coax coax we are passing under the Seine I DES GRACES ACCORDEES DUBONNET The Scarlet Woman shouting BYRRH and deafening St.John at Patmos ' Vous descendcz Madame?
QUI SOUVENT SE PESE BIEN_ SE CONNAJT BIEN SE PORTE QUI BIEN SE CONNAIT
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Little boys in black overalls whose hands, sticky with play, are like the newly furled leaves of the horsechestnuts ride round and round on wooden horses till their heads turn, Pigeons perch on statues And are turned to stone. Le depart pour Cythere. . These nymphs are harmless, Fear not their soft mouthsSome Pasteur made the Gauls immune Against the bite of Nymphs , . • look Gambetta A red stud in the button-hole of his frock-coat The obscene conjugal tutoimenl\ Mais c'est logique. ' The Esprit Francais is leaning over him, Whispering
Of the XUTth Duchess of Alba Long long as the Eiffel Tower Fathoms deep in haschich With languid compelling finger Pointing invisible Magi 'To a little white Maltese: The back-ground gray and olive-green Like Ie Midi, the Louvre, la Seine .... Of ivory paper-knives, a lion carved on the handle, Lysis.trata had one, but the w,?ikmanship of these is Empire .... Of ..• I see the Arc de 'Tr iomphe, Square and shadowy like Julius Ceesar's dreams: Scorn the laws of solid geometry, , Step boldly into the wall of the Salle Caillebotte And on and on . . . I hate the Etoile The Bois bores me: (5)
carapace Laid out in .acres of brown fields, The crisp, straight lines of his archaic drapery Well chiselled by the plough . . • And there are pretty thingsChildren hung with amulets Playing at Pigton vole, Red roofs, Blue smocks, And jolly saints . . . AU BON MARC HE ACTUELLEMENT • TOILETTES PRINTANIERES The jeunesse doree of the sycamores. In the Churches during Lent Christ and the Saints' are shrouded in mauve veils. Far away in gardens Crocuses, the Princess in a Serbian fairy-tale, Then The goldsmith's chef d'reuvre--lily Of the valley, Soon will stare at gypsies, wanes, and pilgrimages Chionoduxa,
A Roman boy picking a thcrn out of his foot A flock of discalceated Madame Recamiers Moaning for the Chateaubriand de nos fours. And yet ... quite near Saunters the ancient rue Saint-Honore Shabby and indi~rcrent, as a Grand Seigneur from Brittany
An Auvergnat, all the mountains chestnut that he sells ...•
of Auvergne in
Paria.is a huge home-sick peasant, He-carr-ies a thousand villages in-his heart. Hidden courts With fauns in very low-relief piping among lotuses And creepers grown on trellises Are secret valleys Where little gods are born. One often hears a cock LJo do do miii He cannot sing of townsOld Hesiod's ghost with -leisure to be melancholy Amid the timeless idleness of Acheron Yearning for' Works and Days' ... hark J The lovely Spirit of the Year Is stiff and stark (6 )
All the time Scentless Lyons' roses,
During the cyclic Orand, Guignol of Catholicism Lacerations, Bloody sweat.petit Jesus fait pipi.
- Plr:stic" , Named after WIves of Mayors .... ~~~rI;?gres paint a portrait of Madame
IS SOLOMON'S UTILE SISTERj SHE HAS NO
In the Louvre The Pieta ,of Avignon, L'Olympe,
Mantegna's Seven Deadly Sins, The Chardins j arise, serene and unetiolated, one by one their subterranean sleep of five long years.
LAIT SUPERIEUR DE LA FERME DE RAMBOUILLET
Or-j CONSUL TE
Like Duncan they slept well. ~reside~t Wils~n g~ins like a dog and runs abo~t CIt!, sniffing with Innocent enjoyment the ur'me of Gargantua. The poplar huds are golden chrysalids; I'he Ballet of green Butterflies Will soon begin. (8)
CHARCU'rERIE COMESTIBLl<:S DE IRECHOIX ALIMENTS DIABETIQUES Dlj:UIL EN. 24 HEURES
.Jfesst'eurseldames Little temples of Mercury; 'The circumference of their templum A nice sense of scale,
A golden drop of Harpagon's blood, Preserve from impious widening. Great bunches of lilac Bocks, tobacco. Messieursefdames among syphons, He is draped
The ghost" of Pere Lachaise Is walking the streets; in a black curtain embroidered
with-the letter H,
NE FERMEZ PAS LA PORTE S.V.P LE PRIMUS S'EN CHARGERA
He is hung ~ith paper wreaths, He is beautiful and horrible and the close friend of Rousseau, the official qf the Douane. The unities are smashed, The stage is thick. with corpses ..•• Their eiduJa in motto Kind clever gaillards hideous frames inset
MORT AU CHAMP
.(\t marble Ing:
tables sit ouvrlers
ln blue linen suits discuss-
with the brass
La. Iournee de huit heures, Wbether Landru is a Sadist
seal at the Nouveau
_ .. ., .... _.
Ee pauvre grand I
Le paU'llre grand I
Echoes of Bossuet
hebdomadaire imtnonde 'The Roman Legions WingedInvisible Fight their last fight in Gaul.
And petites bourgeoises with tight lips and strident ~ voices. are counting out the change and saying Me$~ I sieursetdames and their hearts are the ruined province of Picardie ..•. They nre not like us, who, ghoul-like, score: of times be-ore they're dead Never never again bury our friends but-
wilt the Marne Flow between happy banks.
to sit on the Grand They smell of (II) Boulevards-
It is pleasant
Cloacae Hot ind iarubber Poudre de riz ~] gerian tobacco Monsieur Jourdain in the blue and red of the Zouaves Is premier danseur in the Ballet Turque 'Ya bon ! (
YANKEES--"and Many a. _ Afardi, Peace Carnival; Mouths say besides Gras and' that in Aleppo once' ... '. of the' . Cat"elltt Pretlanl
Never the catalepsy of the Teuton What time Subaqueous Cell on-cell Experience Very slowly Is forming up Into something beautiful-c-awful-c-huge The coming halting speech-the to ••..•• curse of vastness.
The first of May
Crape veils, pursed up with lip-salve as if they had just said: Cleo -ca=Lat ... "Blles se balancent sur les hanches. " Lizard-eyes, Assyrian beards; Boots with cloth tops-'-
The tart little race. whose brain, the Arabs said, was one of the three perches of the Spirit of God. OUiOllioui, Le /romage n'cs!pas un plat logilJue. A a a a a clUi c'est un dclicieux garcon It me semble que louie ftmme sincere doit S<! en Anna Karbtine.
en a pour son
The Eitrel Tower is two dimensional, Etched on thick white paper. Poi/us in wedgwood bl~ewith bundles Terre de SienIU are camping round the gray sphinx of the Tui1eries. They look as if a war-artist were making a sketch of them in chalks, to be 'edited in the Rue des Pyramides at 10 francs a copy.
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y TJ:ere was a ritual fight for her sweet body Between two virgins-Mary and the moon The wicked April moon. The silence of la gr",. Rain The Louvre is melting into mist It will soon be transparent And through it will glimmer the mysterious island gardens of the Place du Carrousel. The Seine, old egotist, meand~rs imperturbably to-wards the sea, Ruminating on weeds and rain ... If through. his 'sluggish watery sleep come dreams They are the blue ghosts of king-fishers. -.
Desceuvrement, Apprehension; V ronsk Yand Anna starting up in separate beds in a cold sweat Reading calamity in the same dream Of a gigantic- sinister mujik, .•• Whatever happens, som,. day it will look beautiful: .Clio is a great French painter, She walks upon the waters and they are still. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego stand motionless / and plastic mid the flames. Manet's M assacra des /OUI'"S de/uin, David's Prise de fa Bastille, Poussin's Frontle, Hang in a quiet gallery. All this time the Virgin has not been idle; windows ofles Galeriee Lafayette, le Bon Marche, la Samaritaine. (IS)
, Hold holy bait, Waxen Pandoras in white veils and ties of her own decking; _ Catcchisme de Perseverance, The decrees of the Seven CEcumenical Councils reduced to the formal of the Bibliotheque Rose, Premiere Communion, (Prometheus has swallowed the bait) Petits Lyceens, .Por-no-gra-phie, Charming pigmy brides, Little Saint Hugh avenged-c~HE CHILDREN EAT THE JEW.
From the top fioor of an old H6tel, Tranced, I gaze down at the narrow rue de Beaune. Hawkers chant their wares liturgically: Hatless women in black shawls Carry long loaves-, Triptolemos in swaddling clothes: Workmen in pale blue: \ Barrows of vegetables: Busy dogs: _ They come and go. They are very small. Stories. '... The lost romance Penned by some Ovid, an unwilling thrall In/ Fairyland, Noone knows its name; It was the guild-secret of the Italian painters. They spent their lives in illustrating it ' The Chinese village in a genius'S mind Little funny things ceaselessly happening. In the Ile Saint-Louis, in the rue Saint Antoine in the Place des Vosges J The Seventeenth Century lies exquisitely dying .... ..
Heigh hoI " wade knee-deep in dreams.' Heavy sweet going As through a field of hay in Perigord. The Louvre, the Ritz,. the Palais-Royale, the de Are light and frail Plaster pavilions of
Set up to serve the ten Ai I'o«asi,jn. au
Of citizens in masks and marriage de Mon.sdgneur (16)
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EST MORT DANS· eRTTE LE 4 lUILLET MAISON 1848
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In the parish of Saint Thomas d'Aquin there is ' an alley called l'impasse des Deux Anges. ~ Hou,ses with rows of impassive win~ows; They are like blind dogs / The only things that. they can see are ghosts. Hark to the small dry voice As of an old nun chanting Masses .For the soul of a brother killed at Sebastopol. ••.
MQUERE EST MORT DANS CETTIl: LE 171FEVRIER VOL1·AI.RE E:ST MORT DANS CETTE MAISON IS 30·MAI 1178 MAISON
That is not all, Paradise cannot hold for Ioug the famous dead of Paris. There are Ies Champs Elysees.l Sainte-Beuve, a tight bouquet in his hand for Madame Victor-Hugo, Passes on the.Pont-Neuf the ducdela Rochefoucauld With a superbly leisuedy gait Making for the salon d'automne Of Madame de Lafayette;
They cannot see each other.· II fait lourd, The dreams have reached my waist. We went to Benediction In.Notre-Dame-des-Champs, Droning •.• droning ... droning. The Virgin sits in her garden; She wears the blue habit and the winged linen headdress of the nuns of Saint Vincent de Paul. The Holy Ghost coos in his dove-cot. The Seven Stages of the Cross are cut in box,
Lilies bloom, blue, green, and pink, The bulbs were votive offerings From a converted J ap. An angelic troubadour Sings her songs Of 1itUe venial sins. Upon the waIl of sunset-sky wasps never fret The plums of Paradise.
From the Vllme arrondissement Night like a vampire Sucks all colour, all sound. The' winds are sleeping in their Hyperborean cave; The narrow streets bend proudly to the stars; From time to time a taxi hoots like an owl. But behind the ramparts of the Louvre Freud -has dredged the river and, gri,:n.ing: horribly, waves his garbage in a glare of electricity,
. Taxis, 'Taxis,
La Liberli La Presse I Libert< La Pr ess"
The sun is sinking behind le Petit-Palais. In the Algerian desert they are shouting the Koran.
Liber'; LIZ Presse'
Taxis, They moan and yell and' squeak Like a thousand tom-cats in rut. The whores like lions are-seeking their mea.tfrom God: An English padre tilts with the Moulin Rouge: Crotchets and quavers have the .heads of niggers and they writhe in obscene syncopauon: Toutes les cartes marchent avec une al(umette I A hundred lenses refracting the Masque of the Seven Deadly Sins for American astigmatism: "I doni like ,he gurls of 'h. night-dub-they love wonun."
The sky is apricot; Against it there pass Across the Pont Solfer.ino Fiacres and little people all black, Flies nibbling the celestial apricotThat one with broad-brimmed hat and tippeted pelisse must be a priest. They are black and two-dimensional and look like silhouettes of Lou~s~Philippe citizens. All down 'the Quais the green boxes. (20) bouquinistes shut their
7Qules.us &arles marcAenl avu "/I.e allume/le l DAWN
Verlaine's bed-time ... Alchemy J\bsynthe, Alger.ian tobacco,
Manuring the white violets of the'mO()n. The P~esident of the Republic lies in bed beside wife, and it may be at this very moment " • In the Abbaye IPort-Royal babies are being Perhaps someone who cannot sleep is Cri'IU et Ie The sun is rising, Soon Jes HalJes will open, The sky is saffron behind the two towers of
JE VOUS SALUE PA,RIS PLEIN DE.
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