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Monday, January 31, 2011

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance...


Apollinaire's Calligramme

Guillaume Apollinaire


One Evening

(Alcools: Un Soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city’s metallic and it’s the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee


Guillame Apollinaire (1880-1918)

Un Soir

Un aigle descendit de ce ciel blanc d'archanges
Et vous soutenez-moi
Laisserez-vous trembler longtemps toutes ces lampes
Priez priez pour moi La ville est métallique et c'est la seule étoile
Noyée dans tes yeux bleus
Quand les tramways roulaient jaillissaient des feux pâles
Sur des oiseaux galeux Et tout ce qui tremblait dans tes yeux de mes songes
Qu'un seul homme buvait
Sous les feux de gaz roux comme la fausse oronge
O vêtue ton bras se lovait Vois l'histrion tire la langue aux attentives
Un fantôme s'est suicidé
L'apôtre au figuier pend et lentement salive
Jouons donc cet amour aux dés Des cloches aux sons clairs annonçaient ta naissance
Vois
Les chemins sont fleuris et les palmes s'avancent
Vers toi

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