My dear André Rouveyre
Troudla la Champignon Tabatière
We don’t know when we’ll leave
Nor when we’ll return
At the Mercure de France
March returns all the color of hope
I sent my paper
On graph paper
I hear the steps of the great artillery horses
going at a trot on the main road where I keep watch
A great gray coat of pencil like the sky
wraps me up to the ear
What
A
Sad
Sky
Track
Where
Goes the
Pale
Smile
Of the moon that watches me write
MEMORIES OF PARIS BEFORE THE WAR THEY
WILL BE MUCH SWEETER AFTER THE VICTORY
Guillaume Apollinaire
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