Waves – The Windows, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection CalligrammesPeriod 20th century

From red to green all the yellow dies
When the macaws sing in the native forests
Felling of pihis
There is a poem to be written about the bird with only one wing
We will send it as a telephone message
Giant trauma
It makes the eyes flow
There is a pretty young girl among the young Turinaises
The poor young man was blowing his nose in his white tie
You lifted the curtain
And now the window opens
Spiders when the hands wove light
Beauty pallor unfathomable violets
We will try in vain to rest
We will begin at midnight
When one has time one has freedom
Winkles Monkfish multiple Suns and the Urchin of the setting sun
An old pair of yellow shoes in front of the window
Towers
Towers are the streets
Wells
Wells are the squares
Wells
Hollow trees that shelter the wandering Capresses
The Chabins sing songs to die for
To the brown Chabines
And the goose honk-honks its trumpet in the north
Where the raccoon hunters
Scrape the pelts
Sparkling diamond
Vancouver
Where the white train of snow and nocturnal fires flees winter
O Paris
From red to green all the yellow dies
Paris Vancouver Hyères Maintenon New York and the Antilles
The window opens like an orange
The beautiful fruit of light.

Guillaume Apollinaire

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