Français
Español
Italiano
Deutsch
Português
During the white and nocturnal November
When the trees shredded by artillery
Were still growing old beneath the snow
And barely seemed like chevaux de frise
Surrounded by waves of barbed wire
My heart was reborn like a tree in spring
A fruit tree on which blossom
The flowers of love
During the white and nocturnal November
While the shells sang horribly
And the dead flowers of the earth exhaled
Their deadly scents
I described my love to Madeleine every day
The snow lays pale flowers on the trees
And fur-lined with ermine the chevaux de frise
That one sees everywhere
Abandoned and sinister
Silent horses
Not bearded horses but barbed
And I suddenly bring them to life
As a herd of pretty piebald horses
That go toward you like white waves
On the Mediterranean
And bring you my love
Roselys oh panther oh doves blue star
Oh Madeleine
I love you with delight
If I dream of your eyes I dream of cool springs
If I think of your mouth roses appear to me
If I dream of your breasts the Paraclete descends
Oh double dove of your breast
And comes to untie my poet’s tongue
To tell you again
I love you
Your face is a bouquet of flowers
Today I see you not Panther
But Allflower
And I breathe you in oh my Allflower
All the lilies rise in you like canticles
of love and gladness
And these songs that fly toward you
Carry me to your side
In your beautiful Orient where the lilies
Turn into palm trees that with their beautiful hands
Beckon me to come
The rocket blossoms nocturnal flower
When it is dark
And it falls back like a rain of amorous
teardrops
Of happy tears that joy makes flow
And I love you as you love me
Madeleine
Guillaume Apollinaire
Translation generated by Poésies 123 with assistance from the deepseek-chat artificial-intelligence model.
Text published on Poésies 123: https://www.poesies123.com/en/poem-la-tete-etoilee-chevaux-de-frise-guillaume-apollinaire/