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Mirabau
The Seine rises under the Mirabo.
Our love.
Should it be remembered?
Behind the pain often comes joy.
Let the night fall and let the bells sing.
Time passed, I didn't move.
We just held hands and faced each other.
A bridge in our arms.
An eternal sight underneath.
Follow the waves of sleepiness.
Let the night fall and let the bells sing.
Time passed, I didn't move.
Love has disappeared like a river of spring water.
Love is gone.
Life is so circuitous.
How majestic hope is.
Let the night fall and let the bells sing.
Time passed, I didn't move.
The past day has passed and another week has passed.
Whether it's time or love.
When it's gone, there's no going back.
The Seine flows under the Merebaw.
Let the night fall and let the bells sing.
Time passed, I didn't move.
Sickly autumn
The adored autumn of the sickly.
When a strong wind blows in the rose garden.
When there are snowflakes in the orchard.
You're dead.
Poor autumn.
Your death ushered in a vast white.
and ripe fruit.
In the depths of the sky.
The eagle soars. Overlooking the short and innocent water god with green hair.
They have never met in love.
On the edge of a distant forest.
There is the wailing of a herd of deer.
How much I love you.
How I love your voice.
Your fruit that falls without plucking.
The moaning wind groans the trees.
Drop by drop they drain themselves in the fall.
There are teardrops. trampled on the foot.
Foliage. Rolling on railroad tracks.
Wheels. Fleeting.
Life. The sorrow of a star
The beautiful Minelva was born out of my head.
A blood star will always be the mark of my crown.
Reason is under the head, and the sky is above the head.
Goddess, you have already draped yourself in my head.
So it wasn't a great pain for me.
This almost fatal star-shaped scar.
The inner sorrow that stirred up my fanaticism.
Far beyond anyone's hidden misfortunes.
I carry this burning wound.
Like a glowworm, it keeps burning its own fire.
Like France flickering and oscillating in the hearts of warriors.
Like a lily with the fragrance of pollen.
Guillaume Apollinaire, a famous French poet, writer, playwright and literary critic, is considered one of the pioneers of the surrealist literary movement for his poetry and drama with many innovations in the form of expression. He is the author of the poetry collections "Wine Collection" (1913), "Pictorial Poems" (1918), and ** collections "Heresy Chiefs and Companies" (1910) and "The Murdered Poet" (1916).