Guillaume Apollinaire

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Guillaume Apollinaire Biography

Wilhelm Albert Włodzimierz Apolinary Kostrowicki, known as Guillaume Apollinaire was a French poet, playwright, short story writer, novelist, and art critic born in Italy to a Polish mother.

Among the foremost poets of the early 20th century, he is credited with coining the word Surrealism and writing one of the earliest works described as surrealist, the play The Breasts of Tiresias (1917, used as the basis for a 1947 opera). Two years after being wounded in World War I, he died in the Spanish flu pandemic of 1918 at age 38.

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Born Wilhelm Albert Włodzimierz Apolinary Kostrowicki and raised speaking French, among other languages, he emigrated to France and adopted the name Guillaume Apollinaire. His mother, born Angelica Kostrowicka, was a Polish noblewoman born ne ...

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The Best Poem Of Guillaume Apollinaire

Les Colchiques

Le pré est vénéneux mais joli en automne
Les vaches y paissant
Lentement s'empoisonnent
Le colchique couleur de cerne et de lilas
Y fleurit tes yeux sont comme cette fleur-la
Violatres comme leur cerne et comme cet automne
Et ma vie pour tes yeux lentement s'empoisonne

Les enfants de l'école viennent avec fracas
Vêtus de hoquetons et jouant de l'harmonica
Ils cueillent les colchiques qui sont comme des mères
Filles de leurs filles et sont couleur de tes paupières
Qui battent comme les fleurs battent au vent dément

Le gardien du troupeau chante tout doucement
Tandis que lentes et meuglant les vaches abandonnent
Pour toujours ce grand pré mal fleuri par l'automne

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Guillaume Apollinaire Quotes

11 November 2014

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

11 November 2014

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

11 November 2014

A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.

11 November 2014

The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.

11 November 2014

To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.

11 November 2014

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

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