Guillaume Apollinaire
How slow life is, how violent hope is. ― Guillaume Apollinaire
How slow life is, how violent hope is. ― Guillaume Apollinaire
The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire) We know nothing We know nothing of grief The bitter season of cold Ploughs long furrows in our muscles He would have rather enjoyed delight in victory We wise beneath calm sorrows caged Unable to do a thing If the snow… Continue reading Tristan Tzara
The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you’ve heard everything. — Shinkichi Takahashi, “Wind Among The Pines,” Where We Are: Selected Poems and Zen Translations. Editor & Trans. Lucien Stryk (Skoob Books, 1997)