It’s Raining | A poem by Guillaume Apollinaire, 1916

Guillaume Apollinaire, Il Pleut, Calligrammes, 1916
its raining womens voices as if they were dead even in memory
its raining you too marvelous encounters of my life oh droplets
and those clouds rear and begin to whinny a universe of auricular cities
listen to it rain while regret and disdain weep an ancient music
listen to the the fetters falling that bind you high and low
Guillaume Apollinaire, Il Pleut, Calligrammes, 1916
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Recognize yourself / Reconnais-toi | A poem by Guillaume Apollinaire, 1915
The Edge | A poem by Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918
Mirabeau Bridge | A poem by Guillaume Apollinaire (1913)