Poems by David Gascoyne
Yves Tanguy
... Who await the gross tumult of turbulent ...
Salvador Dali
... Butterflies burst from their skins and grow long tongues like plants, ...
The Truth is Blind
... e was of sufficient density to be an annoyance to the driver following the vehicle or to pedestrians ...
Perpetual Winter Never Known
... Must not the tired heart sink and must not fear ...
The Writer's Hand
... Into the dream-perspectives maps and speed create ...
Orpheus In The Underworld
... And all the deserts, all the pastures, all the plains ...
And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis
... little girls stick photographs of genitals to the windows of their homes ...
The End is Near the Beginning
... The device on the trolley says MOTHER'S MEAT ...
Snow in Europe
... How red shall be the melting snow, how loud the drums! ...
The Very Image - To Rene Magritte
... with a dead crow hanging from the first arch ...
Spring MCMXL
... While now once more their futile matchwood empires flare and blaze ...
The Cage
... Once flown The feathered hour will not return ...
The Cubical Domes
... Which is why The linen of flat countries basks in the tropical sun ...
