Flashes of the Shots – The Repentant Pomegranates

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection CalligrammesThemes WarPeriod 20th centuryPrint

Are there then two in Granada
Who weep over your single sin
Here they throw the pomegranate
Which turns into a scored egg

Since roosters are born from it, Infanta
Hear them sing their disdain
And how touching the pomegranate is
In our dreadful gardens

Guillaume Apollinaire

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