Hiroshima, mon Amour

HE: "What was Hirioshima to you, in France?"
SHE: "The end of the war."

[A poem signed Paul Eluard]

And today Stalin dissolves our sadness
Trust is the fruit of his brain of love
The cluster reasonable in its full perfection

Thanks to him we’ll never know autumn
Stalin’s horizon is forever reborn
We live without doubt and even in the deepest shadows
We produce life and regulate the future
For us there is no day without a morrow
No dawn

[…]

For life and men have chosen Stalin
To embody on earth their boundless hope

Pensée-Cadeau: vers un ami - Ettie Stettheimer

Je voudraus être faite sur mesure
pour toi, pour toi
Mais, je suis readymade par la nature,
pour qoui, pour qoui?
Comme je ne le sais pas j’ai fait des retifications
Pour moi –

(I would like to be made to measure
for you, for you
But, I am readymade by nature,
for what, for what?
Since I don’t know I have made adjustments
For me –)

Ettie Stettheimer to Marcel Duchamp, 1922