Marizibill, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection AlcoolsThemes City, MiscellaneousPeriod 20th century

In the High Street of Cologne
She came and went in the evening
Offered to all, altogether dainty
Then drank, weary of the sidewalks
Very late in the dim taverns

She would lie down on the straw
For a red-haired pink pimp
He was a Jew who smelled of garlic
And had had her, coming from Formosa
Drawn from a brothel in Shanghai

I know people of every sort
They do not match their destinies
Uncertain as dead leaves
Their eyes are fires badly put out
Their hearts move like their doors

Guillaume Apollinaire

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