Shell the Color of the Moon – The Crossing, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

From the pretty boat of Port-Vendres
Your eyes were the sailors
And how tender the waves were
In the waters off Palos

How many submarines in my soul
Sail and go awaiting her
The superb ship where clamors
The choir of your ardent gaze

Guillaume Apollinaire

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