Guillaume Apollinaire

(26 August 1880 – 9 November 1918 / Rome)

Hunting Horns - Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Our story’s noble as its tragic
like the grimace of a tyrant
no drama’s chance or magic
no detail that’s indifferent
makes our great love pathetic
And Thomas de Quincey drinking
Opiate poison sweet and chaste
Of his poor Anne went dreaming
We pass we pass since all must pass
Often I’ll be returning
Memories are hunting horns alas
whose note along the wind is dying


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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