THE PATH OF SEA STARS

Romanian-born French poet and essayist known mainly as a founder of Dada, a nihilistic revolutionary movement in the arts.The Dadaist movement originated in Zürich during World War I; Tzara wrote the first Dada texts - La Premiére Aventure cèleste de Monsieur Antipyrine (1916; "The First Heavenly Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine") and Vingt-cinq poémes (1918; "Twenty-Five Poems") - and the movement's manifestos, Sept manifestes Dada (1924; "Seven Dada Manifestos"). In Paris he engaged in tumultuous activities with André Breton, Philippe Soupault, and Louis Aragon to shock the public and to disintegrate the structures of language. About 1930, weary of nihilism and destruction, he joined his friends in the more constructive activities of Surrealism. He devoted much of his time to the reconciliation of Surrealism and Marxism and joined the Communist Party in 1936 and the French Resistance movement during World War II. These political commitments brought him closer to his fellow human beings, and he gradually matured into a lyrical poet. His poems revealed the anguish of his soul, caught between revolt and wonderment at the daily tragedy of the human condition. His mature works started with L'Homme approximatif (1931; "The Approximate Man") and continued with Parler seul (1950; "Speaking Alone") and La Face intèrieure (1953; "The Inner Face"). In these, the anarchically scrambled words of Dada were replaced with a difficult but humanized language.

On the sea stars is among the most beautiful poetry ever written in French.

The poem fits into the "post-dadaïste" Tzara period.
dedicated to Federico Garcia Lorca.

Likely written towards the end of the years 1930s.

__The path of sea stars

Tristan Tzara poem_

What wind on the solitude of the world

so I remember human beings dearf

rail désolations aspirées by the death

beyond any heavy chasses time

the storm délectait to the nearest end

the sand is already arrondissait his hip lasts

but on the mountains of the pockets of fire

vidaient safe blows their prey light

blême and short such friend turns off

which person cannot say the words contour

and no appeal to the horizon has time to rescue

its measurable form only to his disappearance

and a Flash to another

the animal still tends his bitter rump

along the enemy centuries

through fields some parade other greed

and in its failure to profile the memory

as the wood that cracca in sign of presence

and of disparate need

There is also the fruit

and I am not forgetting the wheat

and the sweat gave them push monte throat

Yet we know the price of pain

the wings of oblivion and infinis drilling

at the underneath of life

words arriving to enter the facts

just to serve for laughs

the night horse has galopé trees to the sea

and held the reins of thousand charitable representations

It has dragged the along hedges

where men breasts caught the assault

with all whisper stuck to its flanks

among the huge rugissements to rattrapaient
while fleeing the power of water

immense they are succédaient while that of any small whisper

could not be englouits and surnageaient

in the invincible solitude where spent tunnels

forests cities harnachées seas herds

a single man to the breath of several countries

met cascading and slippery on a smooth blade

of the fire unknown introduced sometimes at night

for the loss of those sleep assembles

in their deep remember

but talk more of those that bound

to the fragile branches to the bad moods of nature

even those who suffer harsh blows

tend the neck and on their body treadmill

when birds do not picorent Sun seeds

sound rigid boots of the conquerors

they are out of my memory

birds seek other spring jobs

to their calculations of sinécures

by charming herds of affolements

the wind at their kits

that the desert them is counted

the devil for warnings

Entertainment poppies and companys

crape the cold

fear monte

dry tree

human lézarde

panes fighting

fear monte

No word is fairly soft

to bring the child of the roads

lost in the head

a man at the edge of the season

It looks at the vault

and look at the abyss

watertight bulk

headsthe smoke in the throat

the roof is dwindling

but the famous animal arc-bouté

in the attention of the muscles and weird under the spasms

teep rock éclair leak in rock

is the appetite of joy déchaine

the morning rebuilt his world

to measure his yoke

Sea robber

You te penches under the expectation

and te lèves and whenever you salues drunk sea at your feet

on the sea star road

filed by columns of uncertainty

You te penches you te lèves

salutes brassés by bands

and on the heap must yet thou procedures

even while avoiding the most beautiful need yet thou procedures

You te penches

on the sea star road

my brothers shout of pain at the other end

needed them intact

What are the hands of the sea

l’on gives men nothing

glorious path on the path of the sea stars

"alcachofas alcachofas" is my beautiful Madrid

in the eyes of Tin fruity voice

that is open to all winds

vague fire iron waves

It's the splendours of the sea

needed them intact

those renversées broken branches

on the sea star road

where leads this path it leads to pain

men fall when they want to recover

men sing because they have tasteddeath

yet must walk

It workst

he path of the stars of sea by columns of uncertainty

but it empêtre in the voice of the lianas"

alcachofas alcachofas" is my beautiful Madrid at the low lights

open to all winds

calling me - years - of the discarded

It is a head of King damn son son

It is a head is the wave that sweeping

It is yet on the path of the sea stars

hands are open

They speak the beauty of the glory

nothing as reflections of tiny heave

nand imperceptible eyes surround clignements

broken waves

seas fireball

but it is open to all winds Madrid

who tramples the floor in my head

alcachofas alcachofasthe screams capitals raidis

ouvre_ you infinite heart

that enters the path of the stars

in your numbers life as the sand

and the joy of the seas

contains the Sun

in the chest where shines overnight human

the man of today ' today on the sea star road

has planted the advanced sign of life

as it must live

the flight freely chosen of the bird jusqu’à deat

hand jusqu’à the end of the stones and ages

eyes fixed on the only certainty of the world

whose drips light rabotant trapped on the ground
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