Banners – Smokes

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection CalligrammesThemes WarPeriod 20th century

And while war
Makes the earth bleed
I lift the scents
Near colors-flavors

And I smoke ZoNE tobacco

Flowers close to the ground gaze in puffs
At the curls of scents by your hands tousled
But I also know the perfumed grottoes
Where the unique azure of smokes gravitates
Where softer than night and purer than day
You stretch out like a god tired by love
You fascinate the flames
They crawl at your feet
Those nonchalant women
Your paper leaves

Guillaume Apollinaire

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