Famous poetry.
Endless love
This triangle of water, it thirsty.
This is the road where the writing is not seen.
Madame, and the mark of your mast.
In this sea that drowns me.
Messages for your hair.
** of your lips.
This storm swept me away.
In the tail vortex of the clear in your eyes.
Eventually, this shadow was on the shore.
The truce of life, and the wind, and the way I passed.
The horrible footsteps of the group.
When I lift up my eyes to you.
It's as if the world is trembling, and the flame of love is like.
Your husband's touching.
Gloomy poet
Gloomy poet, a maiden's breast.
Pestering you, annoyed poet, life boiling.
Cities burn, skies disappear in the rain, and your pencil scratches the heart of life.
Forest, forest, eyes blinking.
On numerous pine nuts;
Hair of the storm, poets.
Get on a horse, get on a dog.
The eyes are furious, and the tongue is turning.
The sky rushed into the nostrils.
Like a kind of blue nutritious milk;
I hang on your lips.
Woman, strong vinegar heart.
Translated by Shucai).The mummy of being **
Grope for the door, on this corpse.
Flipping dead eyeballs, this skinned corpse.
Rinse away by the terrible silence of your flesh.
The gold rises and throws at you.
The fierce silence of the flesh.
And you still carry the tree.
and the dead man who was advancing.
Lo and behold, it's like spinning.
Swirl in the fibers of the Crimson Heart, where the sky explodes.
When gold sinks you to your bones—
It is a deep hard view.
Manifest as you go.
And eternity throws you off.
Because you can't cross the bridge.
Artaud, Antonin (1896-1948) was a French theatre theorist, actor, and poet. Founder of French anti-drama theory. Born in Marseille on 4 September 1896 and died on 4 March 1948. In 1920 he went to Paris. In 1926, he co-founded the Alferred Yérère Theatre and staged his one-act play "The Burning Belly or the Mad Mother".