Here you will find the Poem Max Ernst of poet Paul Eluard
In one corner agile incest Turns round the virginity of a little dress In one corner sky released leaves balls of white on the spines of storm. In one corner bright with all the eyes One awaits the fish of anguish. In one corner the car of summer?s greenery gloriously motionless forever. In the glow of youth lamps lit too late. The first one shows her breasts that kill the insects that are red
