Guillaume Apollinaire

(26 August 1880 – 9 November 1918 / Rome)

Moonlight - Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
The orchards and towns are greedy tonight
The stars appear like the image of bees
Of this luminous honey that offends the vines
For now all sweet in their fall from the sky
Each ray of moonlight’s a ray of honey
Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure
I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee
that sets these deceptive rays in my hands
And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 11, 2012


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