Treasure Island

Guillaume Apollinaire

(26 August 1880 – 9 November 1918 / Rome)

14 juin 1915


On ne peut rien dire
Rien de ce qui se passe
Mais on change de Secteur
Ah ! voyageur égaré
Pas de lettres
Mais l'espoir
Mais un journal
Le glaive antique de la Marseillaise de Rude
S'est changé en constellation
Il combat pour nous au ciel
Mais cela signifie surtout
Qu'il faut être de ce temps
Pas de glaive antique
Pas de Glaive
Mais l'Espoir

Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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