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NOTHING BUT THIS LIGHT... by PHILIPPE SOUPAULT

First Line: NOTHING BUT THIS LIGHT SOWN BY YOUR HANDS
Last Line: SOWS DROPS OF BLOOD %A WOMAN SLEEPS %NEAR A FLOWER BLOATED WITH WATER
Subject(s): DADAISM;

Poem Sources:

I'M LYING; SELECTED TRANSLATIONS. PAULETTE SCHMIDT (TR.)
  SOUPAULT, PHILIPPE
  (1985)
 



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