Clotilde, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

The anemone and the columbine
Have grown in the garden
Where melancholy sleeps
Between love and disdain

Our shadows come there too
Which the night will dispel
The sun that makes them dark
Will disappear with them

The deities of living waters
Let their hair flow down
Pass by, you must pursue
This beautiful shadow that you want

Guillaume Apollinaire

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