Shell of the Color of the Moon – The Spy

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection CalligrammesThemes WarPeriod 20th centuryPrint

Pale spy of Love
My memory scarcely faithful
Had to observe that fair
Fortress only an hour one day

You disguise yourself
As you please
Memory spy of the heart
You no longer find the exquisite
Ruse and the heart alone is victor

But do you see it this memory
Blindfolded ready to die
It asserts that it can be believed
My heart will conquer without striking a blow

Guillaume Apollinaire

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