Poème lu au mariage Andre Salmon
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880 - 1918)
July 13, 1909.
Seeing the flags this morning I did not say
That the rich clothing of the poor
Neither the democratic decency wants me to hide his pain
Neither the fact that we honor freedom now mimics
plant leaves O Freedom O Use ground only freedom
Neither houses ablaze because we leave, never to return
Neither these rough hands work tomorrow for us all
Neither was hanged even those who could not enjoy life
Not even we renew world by taking the Bastille
I know that only renew those based in poetry
was decked Paris because my friend André Salmon married there
We met in a vault
cursed the days of our youth
Both smoking and ill-clothed until dawn
Smitten same words of love which will change the direction
Deceived poor little misled and not yet knowing laughter
The table and two glasses became a dying man who threw us the last look of Orpheus
glasses fell and broke
we learned to laugh when we left
pilgrims to Perdition
Through streets across the countries through reason
I saw him on the river on which floated Ophelia
Who still flies between white lilies
He went among the pallid Hamlets
On playing the flute in the air
madness I saw him about a peasant dying after the beatitudes
I saw him doing this or that in honor of
same words that change the face of children and say these things
Remembrance and Future because my friend Andre Salmon married
us rejoice not because our friendship was the river that has fertilized upland
whose abundance is the food Not all hope
because we throw our glasses once again gaze of Orpheus
Neither dying because we have grown so much that could confound our eyes and stars
Ni because the flags flapping in the window of citizens who are happy hundred years to have life and little things to defend
Ni based in poetry because we have rights on the words that make and unmake the universe
Neither because we can cry without ridicule and laughter that we know
nor because we smoke and drink as before
us rejoice because the director of fire and poets
The love that fills and light
All solid between them espace et les étoiles L'amour veut
planètes qu'aujourd'hui mon ami André Salmon marie
Poem read at the wedding of Andre Salmon
The July 13, 1909.
this morning to see flags
I said I am the rich clothing of the poor
democratic decency not want to hide their pain
Neither the precious freedom to imitate it now
A plant leaves oh oh only freedom freedom Neither
land houses burn because we will leave never to return those hands shaken
not work well for all of us
has not even been hung to those who could not enjoy life
not even renewing the world returning to the Bastille
I know that only those who are renewed based on
poetry has graced Paris because my friend André Salmon
There
house
We met in a hold accursed
In times of our youth
Smoking two and badly dressed waiting for the dawn
Passionate fans both for the same words whose meaning should be changed
deceived Deceived pobrecitos without knowing laugh even
The table and two glasses transformed into a dying man who gave us the last look of Orpheus fell
vessels broke
And we learned to Henceforth, we laugh
pilgrims crossing streets
destruction across districts across the reason
What I saw on the banks of the river where floating Blanca Ofelia
even among the water lilies floating
He was pale amid Hamlets
Playing with his flute playing the airs of madness
What I saw next to a dying peasant counting the Beatitudes
Admiring the snow like naked women
I went to see him doing this or that in honor of the same words
changing face of children and say I remember all these things and Future
because my friend André Salmon married
rejoice not because our friendship was the river that
fertilized coastal land whose bounty is the food that everyone is waiting for our drinks
not throw us out once more the gaze of Orpheus
not dying because we have grown so much that many could interfere with our eyes and stars
Ni because the flags flutter in the windows of citizens who are happy
hundred years ago have little things of life and to defend
not based on poetry because we have rights to the words that make and unmake the universe because we can not mourn
without fear of ridicule and laugh
not know because we smoke and drink as before
rejoice because the director of fire and de los poetas
El amor como la luz llena el espacio
Todo las estrellas y sólido between Los Planetas El amor
that quiere hoy mi amigo André Salmon is square.
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