Waves – Voyage, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

FAREWELL LOVE CLOUD THAT FLEES
AND HAS NOT FALLEN AS FERTILE RAIN

MAKE AGAIN THE VOYAGE OF DANTE

TELEGRAPH

BIRD THAT LETS
FALL
ITS WINGS EVERYWHERE

WHERE THEN IS THAT TRAIN GOING THAT DIES IN THE DISTANCE
IN THE VALLEYS AND THE BEAUTIFUL FRESH WOODS OF
TENDER SUMMER SO PALE

THE SWEET NIGHT LUNAR AND FULL OF STARS

IT IS YOUR FACE THAT I NO LONGER SEE

Guillaume Apollinaire

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