Hunting Horns, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection AlcoolsThemes Love, SadnessPeriod 20th century

Our story is noble and tragic
Like the mask of a tyrant
No risky or magic drama
No indifferent detail
Renders our love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking
The opium, poison sweet and chaste
To his poor Anne went dreaming
Let us pass, let us pass, since all things pass
I will turn back often

Memories are hunting horns
Whose sound dies in the wind

Guillaume Apollinaire

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