If you travelled, my Lady, to the land of true glory,
the banks of the Seine or green Loire, a Beauty
worthy of gracing the manors of olden days,
you'd inspire, among arbours' shadowy secrets,
a thousand in the hearts of the poets,
whom, more than your blacks, your vast eyes would enslave.
the banks of the Seine or green Loire, a Beauty
worthy of gracing the manors of olden days,
you'd inspire, among arbours' shadowy secrets,
a thousand in the hearts of the poets,
whom, more than your blacks, your vast eyes would enslave.
Andre Breton - First Manifesto of Surrealism - 1924
