The Starry Head – The Future, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Let us lift the straw
Let us look at the snow
Let us write letters
Let us await orders

Let us smoke a pipe
Dreaming of love
The gabions are there
Let us look at the rose

The fountain has not dried up
Nor has the gold of the straw tarnished
Let us look at the bee
And not think of the future

Let us look at our hands
Which are the snow
The rose and the bee
As well as the future

Guillaume Apollinaire

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