Horizon by Philippe Soupault

The whole town has come into my room
the trees have disappeared
and evening clings to my fingers
The houses are turning into ocean liners
the sound of the sea has just reached me up here
In two days we’ll arrive in the Congo
I’ve passed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn
I know there are innumerable hills
Notre-Dame hides the Gaurisankar and the northern lights
night falls drop by drop
I await the hours

Give me that lemonade and the last cigarette
I’m going back to Paris

translated by Rosmarie Waldrop

Way by Tristan Tzara

What is this road that separates us
across which I hold out the hand of my thoughts
a flower is written out at the very tip of each finger
and the very end of the road is a flower which walks along with you

translated by Michael Benedikt