L'Ange Heurtebise

translated, from the French by the agency of Charles Guenther A Special APz Supplement

I

Angel Heurtebise upon the steps

Beats me with his wings

Of watered silk, refreshes my memory,

The rascal, motionless

And alone with me upon the agate

Which breaks, ass, your supernatural

Pack-saddle.

II

Angel Heurtebise with incredible

Brutality leap overs on me. Please

Don't leap over so hard,

Beastly fellow, flower oftall

Stature.

You've laid me up That's

Bad manners. I grasp the ace, see?

What do you have?

III

Angel Heurtebise pushes me;

And you, Lord Jesus, mercy

Lift me raise me to the corner

Of your pointed knees;

Undiluted pleasure. Thumb untie

The rope! I die.

IV

Angel Heurtebise and angel

Cegeste killed in the war-what a wondrous

Name-play

The character of scarecrows

Whose gesture no frightens

The cherries upon the heavenly cherry trees

Under the church's folding door

Accustomed to the gesticulation yes.

V

My guardian angel, Heurtebise,

I guard you, I hit you,

I break you, I change

Your guard each hour.

On guard, summer! I challenge

You, if you're a man. Admit

Your beauty, angel of white lead,

Caught in a photograph by means of an

Explosion of magnesium.

VI

Angel Heurtebise in a robe of water,

My beloved angel, grace

Hurt me God

Hurt me he tortures me

The devil in me is a tortoise, an animal

Once melodious. Come

Leave the agate,

Harsh sooty vapor O speed that kills;

On your diamond skates scratch

The mirror of the sick.

The walls

The walls

Have ears

And mirrors

Eye of a lover

VII

Angel Heurtebise, abound, marrow

Of an aircraft of white woven fabric and elder wood.

It's time. You must approach down

Once more to help me head

First, from one side the glass

Without blemishing your organ of visions the emptiness, the island

Where the fireplace sings. tap [i]or[/i] pat your sword,

Slow down mad star.

Why don't I have your body? Oh

If alone we had your hips

Wrapped in stone, wicked

Beast of the advantageous Lord.

VIII

Angel Heurtebise came in the feet

Of a sapphire animal. I'm alone

Naked without edge without a moustache,

Without a map.

Solomon's bees

Stray offbecause I can't digest

My honey of bitter thyme my Andean honey

Down below, the sea this morning copies out

The verb "to love" a hundr times. Angels

Of cotton, indecent and sloppy

Milk the bags of huge

Geographical cows upon the grass.

IX

Angel Heurtebise, I win.

Anger, the figure 13

Mix your white silk

With brushed back hair,

Fill your sails

In a brand-new way.

No exercise s I never liked them; I learned

At whatever cost

The tributaries of the Oise, the names

Of tree branches, the bushland

In the month of May.

Bird-catcher, you ruin my life; tame

Statues instead.

Those birds are friends of mine;

Marble has influence.

X

Angel Heurtebise, say a prayer.

One lower extremity on the tortoise, the other on

The wing, there's a prestidigitator with

Pen and cannonball.

I was wrongful I'm sure; we took pleasure

After fasting. Angel Heurtebise,

The earth, half day-star half shadow,

Is like a brake panther. Isn't it?

I'm certain of it and command you

To close up. You have blood

On your chaps young friend.

Xl

Angel Heurtebise upon Anjou Street

On Sundays plays a slippery game

On the cover a limping hopscotch,

Hopping, flying like a magpie ;

Or a blackbird, with cheeks upon fire.

Listen, you say to me

Heurtebise, my fine

Cripple, they secret agent on us.

Hide your shears, your pearls;

They don't have to kill you,

For in killing you each month

They kill me not you.

Angel or fire? Too late. Fire

In your cheek!

he falls discharge down by the soldiers of God

XII

The death of Angel Heurtebise

Was the death of the angel, death

Heurtebise was an angel's death,

A death of angel Heurtebise,

A mystery of change, an ace

Missing in the game, a crime

Twisted in a vine, a moonlight

Vine, a carol of a biting swan.

Another angel takes his place, whose name

Even yesterday I didn't know:

At last report: Cegeste

XIII

Heurtebise, my swan, open

Your unsafe hiding place. A leaf

Of a vine laid upon your immodest

Soul, I purchase you

In the name of the Louvre whether America

Wants it or not.

XIV

Heurtebise, don't move round away

From my soul; I consent

Beauty, do what you must.

How uncomely is the happiness we want,

How beautiful the unhappiness we have.

Angel hair Heurtebise, heavy

Male scepter danger in water,

In milk, a maid's body in a station,

Compared with that elegant animal

On the moving card: my tomb

On the island with far fingers.

Misfortune suits the seven

XV

Angel Heurtebise, butterflies clap

Indolent hands in spite of the cloud

The valves and auricles of the heart,

Flower of the aorta, anthracite,

Hurricane of the cardinal points,

Cords of the night,

The secondary planet listens at the door.

The rose is ageless,

it has its faces, its gloves

And the papers mention it

With the acrobats

As night and day exchange

Their places without love

Official Report

On the night of Wharf... Angels '

Heurtebise, Elzevir, Dimanche, Cegeste

After having . . have .. of the female sex

It would present the appearance ... in spite of the hour

They saw . . diffused light. . the ass ... shamed to ... a wing by the iron .; -

Handle on the mouth ... the atrocity

Of the act. .

Taken to the station, they refused

To explain themselves, of course.

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