The Door

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection AlcoolsThemes ChildhoodPeriod 20th centuryPrint

The hotel door smiles terribly
What does it matter to me oh my mama
To be this employee for whom alone nothing exists
Pi-mus couples going into the deep sad water
Fresh angels landed in Marseille yesterday morning
I hear dying and dying again a distant song
Humble as I am who am nothing of worth

Child I gave you what I had work

Guillaume Apollinaire

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