By day give thanks by night beware
sweetness one half of the world
the other showed blind harshness
In the veins a merciless present was read
in the beauties of the contours limited space
cemented all the joinings of familiar objects
Table guitar and empty glass
on an acre of solid earth
of white canvas of nocturnal air
Table had to support itself
lamp to remain a pip of the shadow
newspaper abandoning half of itself
Twice the day twice the night
of two objects a double object
a single whole for ever and ever.
* By Paul Eluard
my images can't nearly compare to the beauty of words...
