The Lady

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection AlcoolsThemes MiscellaneousPeriod 20th centuryPrint

Knock knock He has shut his door
The lilies in the garden are withered
Who then is this dead man being carried away

You have just knocked at his door
And trot trot
Trots the little mouse

Guillaume Apollinaire

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