Horizon, and: Let Old Fools Have the Floor

HORIZON /Philippe Soupault translated by Paulette Schmidt for Tristan Tzara The city came into my room trees disappeared and the night fastened on to my fingers Houses turned into ocean liners and I heard the rising sounds of the sea In two days we'll be in the Congo I've crossed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn I know there are countless hills Notre Dame blocks out Gaurisankar and the northern lights night falls drop by drop I bide the time Bring me another lemonade and a last cigarette I'm going back to Paris 16 · The Missouri Review LET OLD FOOLS HAVE THE FLOOR / Philippe Soupault translated by Paulette Schmidt The moon wasn't born yesterday nor the woman crying in the night Silence does not exist nor the night there is always someone who'll say the opposite I sing and no one listens I see and no one believes me daylight fire and smoke I listen to silence fire and smoke It's like singing to crows Like crying out words that have no names and exist only for those who do not see It always ends in silence I speak like a beggar They smile say no and go away quickly so they won't hear But listen all of you listen while there's still time because a day will come when I won't say another word that's for sure The Missouri Review · 17 ...