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- POEM: Always For The First Time
- by Andre Breton
- Always for the first time
- Hardly do I know you by sight
- You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
- A wholly imaginary house
- It is there that from one second to the next
- In the inviolate darkness
- I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurring
- The one and only rift
- In the facade and in my heart
- The closer I come to you
- In reality
- The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room
- Where you appear alone before me
- At first you coalesce entirely with the brightness
- The elusive angle of a curtain
- It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse
- With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
- Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare
- Before them a T-square of dazzling light
- The curtain invisibly raised
- In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in
- It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep
- You as though you could be
- You idleness brings tears to my eyes
- A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures
- It's a honeydew hunt
- There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest
- There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
- Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings
- Flaring out in the center of a great white clover
- There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy
- There is
- By my leaning over the precipice
- Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion
- My finding the secret
- Of loving you
- Always for the first time.
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