📃 Daily(ish) poem → 00329 ◊ Five Haiku ◊ Paul Éluard
Five Haiku
The wind,
Undecided,
Rolls a cigarette of air
The dumb girl talks:
It is art’s imperfection,
This impenetrable speech.
The motor car is truly launched:
Four martyrs’ heads
Roll under the wheels.
Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,
The light, a shadow!
The sun is following me.
A feather gives to a hat
A touch of lightness:
The chimney smokes.
—Paul Éluard (translated by Gilbert Bowen)
—found in Selected Poems (1987; this poem 1920)