To Madame René Berthier.
Cherry-colored horses at the Zealand frontier
Golden machine guns croak the legends
I love you liberty who watches in the hypogea
Harp with silver strings O rain O my music
The invisible enemy silver wound in the sun
And the secret future that the rocket elucidates
Hear the Word swimming subtle fish
The cities one by one become keys
The blue mask as God puts on his sky
Peaceful war ascesis metaphysical solitude
Child with severed hands among the roses oriflammes
Guillaume Apollinaire
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