Guillaume Apollinaire

(26 August 1880 – 9 November 1918 / Rome)

The Sign - Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers
I regret every one of the kisses that I’ve given
Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers
My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season
The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun
A spouse follows me it’s my fatal shadow
The doves take flight this evening their last one


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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