David Gascoyne(1916–2001)
Yves Tanguy
The worlds are breaking in my head
Blown by the brainless wind
That c o m e s from afar
Swollen with dusk and dust
And hysterical rain
The fading cries of the light
Awaken the endless desert
Engrossed in its tropical slumber
Enclosed by the dead grey oceans
Enclasped by the arms of the night
The worlds are breaking in my head
Their fragments are crumbs of despair
The food of the solitary damned
W h o await the gross tumult of turbulent
Days bringing change without end.
The worlds are breaking in my head
The fuming future sleeps no more
For their seeds are beginning to grow
To creep and to cry midst the
Rocks of the deserts to c o m e
Planetary seed
S o w n by the grotesque wind
W h o s e head is so swollen with rumours
W h o s e hands are so urgent with tumours
W h o s e feet are so deep in the sand.