Hotels Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire


Rating: 2.9

The room is free
Each for himself
A new arrival
Pays by the month
The boss is doubtful
Whether you’ll pay
Like a top
I spin on the way
The traffic noise
My neighbour gross
Who puffs an acrid
English smoke
O La Vallière
Who limps and smiles
In my prayers
The bedside table
And all the company
in this hotel
know the languages
of Babel
Let’s shut our doors
With a double lock
And each adore
his lonely love

Michael Walker 07 December 2019

A very realistic tableau of staying a night in a hotel. To me, brilliant.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 December 2019

Hotel rooms are there! ! Free to be rented! Waiting for visitors. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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David Inger 29 August 2020

Can't find Hotels poem in French

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 December 2019

Let’s shut our doors With a double lock And each adore his lonely love /// let's enjoy the super love in the locked room!

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Kingsley Egbukole 07 December 2019

An interesting read. Well written.

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Denis Mair 07 December 2019

This poem reminds me of the title of Bukowski's early collection ROOMING HOUSE MADRIGALS. What is the secret connection between poetry and flophouses? I don't know, but if you serve the Muse and she leads you into an unsettled life, you may have sweet moments despite the rough conditions.

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Andrew Blakemore 07 December 2019

I have had hotel stays like that

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