Marie

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection AlcoolsThemes Love, SadnessPeriod 20th century

You danced there as a little girl
Will you dance there as a grandmother
The maclotte that skips about
All the bells will ring
When then will you come back Marie

The masks are silent
And the music is so distant
That it seems to come from the heavens
Yes I want to love you but hardly love you
And my pain is delicious

The sheep go off into the snow
Flakes of wool and flakes of silver
Soldiers pass by and why don’t I
Have a heart of my own this changing heart
Changing and then again what do I know

Do I know where your hair will go
Curly like a sea that billows
Do I know where your hair will go
And your hands autumn leaves
Strewn also with our confessions

I was passing along the Seine
An old book under my arm
The river is like my sorrow
It flows and never runs dry
When then will the week end

Guillaume Apollinaire

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