THE ANCHOR to the end with still the most beautiful hope
the dead oyster rises up to the boat
THE HELMSMAN to amble through Marseille in the evening
on his boots still the mud of Singapore
THE SHIP on the riggings of the mast between the lanterns
a parrot and a monkey thought they were at home
NIGHT a soldier and girl remained alone in a cafe
the bottle cast the shadow of the Emperor Napolean
THE PROPELLOR when everybody had left to dance
from the depths the water lillies set out to sea
CRANES and grotesque giraffes went in long lines to sleep
among the palms of an unknown land
