G. Apollinaire – The Emigrant from Landor Road

Inserted in each year were widowed days

Slow bloody Fridays filled with funerals

Of whites and blacks conquered by skies that rained

Whenever the devil’s wife had beaten her man

 

   Intercalées dans l’an c’étaient les journées veuves
Les vendredis sanglants et lents d’enterrements
De blancs et de tout noirs vaincus des cieux qui pleuvent
Quand la femme du diable a battu son amant

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G. Apollinaire – Twilight

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

 

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

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