Waves – Across Europe

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection CalligrammesPeriod 20th century

To M. Ch.

Rotsoge
Your scarlet face your biplane convertible into a
seaplane
Your round house where a smoked herring swims
I need the key to the eyelids
Luckily we saw Mr. Panado
And we are calm on that side
What do you see my old M.D…
90 or 324 a man in the air a calf looking through
the belly of its mother

I searched for a long time on the roads
So many eyes are closed along the roads
The wind makes the willow groves weep
Open open open open open
Look but just look
He is washing his feet in the basin
Una volta ho inteso dire chè vuoi
I began to cry remembering your childhoods
And you show me an appalling
violet
This little painting with a carriage
reminded me of the day
A day made of purple pieces
yellow blue green and red
Where I was going to the countryside
with a charming chimney
holding her dog on a leash
There are no more you no longer have your little
reed pipe
The chimney smokes far from me Russian
cigarettes
The dog barks at the lilacs
The night light is burned out
Petals have fallen on the dress
Two rings near the sandals
Lit up in the sun
But your hair is the trolley
Across Europe clothed in little
multicolored fires

Guillaume Apollinaire

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