Eleven Poems taken from the Archangelical by Georges Bataille

My madness and my fear 
have wide dead eyes
and the steady gaze of fever

what looks in these eyes 
is the nothingness of the universe
my eyes are blind skies

in my impenetrable night
the impossible cries out
everything crumbles

Almanac of inky lye
immortality of hairy poet
poetry cemetery of obesity

farewell lewd washerwomen
farewell sweet dead dressed up like naked women

farewell lies farewell sleep

infinite itching if ants
sorting papers moustaches in dust
wagonloads of fever

columns of mad rain
clapping the soiled shrouds
funereal immodesty of human bones

there's a crowd piling up cans of maybe
a genderme in a shirt on top of a roof
waves a scythe the Demon

I lose you in the wind
I count you among the dead
a vital cord 
between heart and wind

I have nothing to do in this world 
except burn
I love you unto death

Your restlessness
a mad wind whistles in your head
you are sick from laughing
you flee me for a bitter void
tearing your heart apart

tear me apart if you like
my fever-burned eyes
find you in the night

I am cold in the heart I tremble
from the depths of my pain I call to you
with inhuman cry
as if I were giving birth

you strangle my like death
I know this miserably
I only find you in the throes of death
you are as beautiful as death

all words strangle me

star pierce the sky
scream like death 
strangle

I don't want life
It is sweet to be strangled
the rising star
is as cold as a dead woman

blindfold my eyes
I love the night
my heart is black

push me into the night
all is false 
I suffer

the world smells like death
birds fly blindly
you are as dark as a black sky

a feast will commence
 in mud and fear

stars will fall 
when death comes near

you are the horror of night
my love for you is like a cry of death
you are weak like death

my love for  you is like delerium
you know my head dies
you are the immensity the fear

you are beautiful like murder
my heart expands enormously I choke
your belly is naked like the night

You lead me straight to the end
the throes of death have begun
I nothing more to tell you
I speak to you from the dead
and the dead are silent.