restricted access Guillaume Apollinaire
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Guillaume Apollinaire 99  Guillaume Apollinaire (1880–1918) Church Bells O my dark-headed gypsy boy You hear how the bells go We made the two-backed beast of love Thinking no one would know But all the bells around the town Could see our naked fun And from their perch in steeple-tops Are telling everyone Tomorrow Cyprian and Mark Lawrence upon his grill The girl who runs the pastry shop And my own cousin Jill Will smile whenever I go by I won’t know where to hide And you’ll be gone And I shall cry And wish that I were dead. Anthony Hecht, 1961 ...