Salvador Dalí, L'énigme sans finMomentary disorientations may be suspensions in the flow of time, but they are always consequential. Something in you responds - nothing stays the same. Stillness seeks, breaks into movement, and vice-versa. Why should they be opposites? Nothing stays the same. Ever.
DIRECT RESPONSE
The four elements are sitting at the table
There is a shipwreck on the sands
A warm hand in the mist
Flowers turn colour in the mist
Without moving
Sensitive needle at the extremity of breathing
What can you etch upon the eyes' quick web?
Up to your middle in the dewy grass
Whose profile can you sketch upon their filmy screen?
I have long forgotten why I am young
A bird's blue shadow trembles on my breasts
A bird's song blossoms from the water
Till my neck bends back in a curve like stone
And I am neither white nor warm nor cold
from David Gascoyne, Selected Poems (London: Enitharmon, 1994), p. 32.
DIRECT RESPONSE
The four elements are sitting at the table
There is a shipwreck on the sands
A warm hand in the mist
Flowers turn colour in the mist
Without moving
Sensitive needle at the extremity of breathing
What can you etch upon the eyes' quick web?
Up to your middle in the dewy grass
Whose profile can you sketch upon their filmy screen?
I have long forgotten why I am young
A bird's blue shadow trembles on my breasts
A bird's song blossoms from the water
Till my neck bends back in a curve like stone
And I am neither white nor warm nor cold
from David Gascoyne, Selected Poems (London: Enitharmon, 1994), p. 32.
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