13. It Transformed Itself into the Wings of a Black Insect Which Ran Along the Surface of the Water... [from "From Nine Dreams"]

8. It Was Primal Turmoil-Formless Matter Was Attempting to Give Itself Form. [from "From Nine Dreams"]

14. The Black Composition Turned Itself into a White One before Our Eyes [from "From Nine Dreams"]

12. Toward the Edge of Expansive Blackness, Near the Jaw was Something which [from "From Nine Dreams"]

3. It Was Impossible to See the Face of the Mysterious Man, Hidden Beyond His Shoulder... [from "From Nine Dreams"]

4. The Thing at the Entrance to the Other World was Smooth and Flat, and from It ... [from "From Nine Dreams"]

9. It Crossed the Dark Tunnel of My Iris Reflected Before My Very Eyes [from "From Nine Dreams"]

6. On the Dark Horizon, Lifted Like a Distant Column of a Tornade [from "From Nine Dreams"]

7. The Stoop, Black, Expressionless Old Man Seemed to Crouch Deep Underground [from "From Nine Dreams"]

2. A Myriad of Sparkling Lights Were Strewn Like a Coronet at the Edge of the Band of Darkness [from "From Nine Dreams"]

11. And then Suddenly the Sky Was Filled with a Huge Black Hole That Resembled the Wide-opened Jaws of a Whale Raising Its Head from the Water [from "From Nine Dreams"]

PARLIAMENTARY IDYLLS 4: FLORA AND ZEPHYR (DE LA MEURTHE.): Lightly he balances himself / On a foot barely skimming the water's surface:/ Flora who admires him in silence / Says to herself. / Ah! God damn it all, how beautiful he is! (Translated from Anacreon by Ratapoil, retired police colonel, member of Châlons sur Marne society of literature and of the society of the Tenth-of-December in Paris)