The Starry Head – Fans of Flavors, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Singular atolls of brownings what a taste for living ah!

Varicolored lakes in the solar glaciers

1 tiny bird that has no tail and that flies away when one is put on it

My carpets of flavor monsoons of obscure sounds and your mouth with its azure breath

hear hear the cry the steps the phoNOGRAPH hear hear
The ALOE bursting and the little mirliton

Guillaume Apollinaire

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