G. Apollinaire – Vendémiaire

How gorgeous was Paris toward the end of September

Each night became a vine whose leaves

Spread brightness over the city above

Ripe stars nibbled by the drunken birds

Of my fame awaited dawn’s harvest

*M. Chagall – Bercy Embankment

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