My wife with the hair of a wood
fire
With the thoughts of heat
lightning
With the waist of an hourglass
With the waist of an otter in the
teeth of a tiger
My wife with the lips of a
cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white
mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber
and glass
My wife with the tongue of a
stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that
opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an
unbelievable stone
My wife with the eyelashes of
strokes of a child's writing
With brows of the edge of a
swallow's nest
My wife with the brow of slates
of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My wife with shoulders of
champagne
And of a fountain with
dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My wife with wrists of matches
My wife with fingers of luck and
ace of hearts
With fingers of mown hay
My wife with armpits of marten
and of beechnut
And of Midsummer Night
Of privet and of an angelfish
nest
With arms of seafoam and of
riverlocks
And of a mingling of the wheat
and the mill
My wife with legs of flares
With the movements of clockwork
and despair
My wife with calves of eldertree
pith
My wife with feet of initials
With feet of rings of keys and
Java sparrows drinking
My wife with a neck of unpearled
barley
My wife with a throat of the
valley of gold
Of a tryst in the very bed of the
torrent
With breasts of night
My wife with breasts of a marine
molehill
My wife with breasts of the
ruby's crucible
With breasts of the rose's
spectre beneath the dew
My wife with the belly of an
unfolding of the fan of days
With the belly of a gigantic claw
My wife with the back of a bird
fleeing vertically
With a back of quicksilver
With a back of light
With a nape of rolled stone and
wet chalk
And of the drop of a glass where
one has just been drinking
My wife with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of
arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock
plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My wife with buttocks of
sandstone and asbestos
My wife with buttocks of swans'
backs
My wife with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris
My wife with the sex of a
mining-placer and of a platypus
My wife with a sex of seaweed and
ancient sweetmeat
My wife with a sex of mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and
of a magnetic needle
My wife with savanna eyes
My wife with eyes of water to he
drunk in prison
My wife with eyes of wood always
under the axe
My wife with eyes of water-level
of level of air earth and fire
Andre
Breton
(France
1896-1966)
