“And now comes the summer of violence
And my youth is as dead as the springtime
O Sun it is the time of fiery Reason”

—  Guillaume Apollinaire , book Calligrammes

Voici que vient l'été la saison violente
Et ma jeunesse est morte ainsi que le printemps
Ô soleil c'est le temps de la raison ardente
"La jolie rousse" (The Pretty Redhead), line 31; p. 135.
Calligrammes (1918)

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Voici que vient l'été la saison violente Et ma jeunesse est morte ainsi que le printemps Ô soleil c'est le temps de la raison ardente

Calligrammes (1918)

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