Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the virginity of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.

In one corner bright with all the eyes

One awaits the fish of anguish.

In one corner the car of summer’s greenery

gloriously motionless forever.

In the glow of youth

lamps lit too late.

The first one shows her breasts that kill the insects that are red