Anemone and columbine
Sprout in the garden
Where melancholy’s sleeping
With love and scorn on either side
Our shadows come there too
When night dispels them
The sun that gave them their gloom
Vanishes with them
Divinities of running streams
Let their hair flow
Move on you have to follow
The lovely shadow you yearn for
Apollinaire
translation © Jack Hayes 1990-2010
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