Rosemonde, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

To André Derain

Long at the foot of the steps of
The house where entered the lady
Whom I had followed for two
Good hours in Amsterdam
My fingers blew kisses

But the canal was deserted
The quay too and no one saw
How my kisses found again
She to whom I gave my life
One day for more than two hours

I nicknamed her Rosemonde
Wishing to be able to recall
Her mouth in flower in Holland
Then slowly I went away
To go seeking the Rose of the World

Guillaume Apollinaire

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