Max JACOB - poème autographe - Fin de jour au Carnaval - 1900





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Max Jacob — poème autographe - Fin de jour au Carnaval, a single French-language literary book from around 1900, in very good condition and unsigned, containing 1 page.
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Max JACOB - autographed poem - End of day at the Carnival
Max Jacob, born on July 12, 1876, in Quimper, and died on March 5, 1944, in Drancy, was a French poet, painter, and writer. A major figure of the surrealist movement, he is known for works such as 'Le Cornet à dés.' A friend of Picasso, he played a key role in the artistic avant-garde of the early 20th century.
End of the day at the Carnival
Who is calling me from the VIP boxes?
Serious men with masked foreheads.
Their voices ring like the clock.
of time and truth
I hear the bugle calling out in plea.
the horizon of ash and azure.
A tambourine rattles in the air
Crumpling a sound paper.
Dusk! Carnival is setting
in a whirlwind of wind
Confetti, off course.
ready for anything
Nearby, the alarm bell begins.
Is it war or fire?
Watch out who is coming forward.
Among the ruins of fire.
A naked man who is buried...
Sky! The stars are extinguished.
Women are dragging themselves, her mother.
near the halos of the saints.
It is God's honey passing by.
who pass through the universe
Farewell, Carnival, your traces
are those I lose.
Careful handling
Return accepted
Max JACOB - autographed poem - End of day at the Carnival
Max Jacob, born on July 12, 1876, in Quimper, and died on March 5, 1944, in Drancy, was a French poet, painter, and writer. A major figure of the surrealist movement, he is known for works such as 'Le Cornet à dés.' A friend of Picasso, he played a key role in the artistic avant-garde of the early 20th century.
End of the day at the Carnival
Who is calling me from the VIP boxes?
Serious men with masked foreheads.
Their voices ring like the clock.
of time and truth
I hear the bugle calling out in plea.
the horizon of ash and azure.
A tambourine rattles in the air
Crumpling a sound paper.
Dusk! Carnival is setting
in a whirlwind of wind
Confetti, off course.
ready for anything
Nearby, the alarm bell begins.
Is it war or fire?
Watch out who is coming forward.
Among the ruins of fire.
A naked man who is buried...
Sky! The stars are extinguished.
Women are dragging themselves, her mother.
near the halos of the saints.
It is God's honey passing by.
who pass through the universe
Farewell, Carnival, your traces
are those I lose.
Careful handling
Return accepted

