Shadow

Here you are once more at my side

Memories of my companions dead in the war

The olive of time

Memories that make just one

As a hundred furs make just one coat

As these wounds in thousands make just one

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Appearance somber and impalpable which has taken

The changing form of my shadow

An Indian lying in ambush through eternity

Shadow you crawl at my side

But you no loner understand me

You no longer know the divine poems I sing

Whereas I understand you I see you still

Destined all

Multiple shadow may sunlight keep you

You who love me enough to never leave me

And who dance in sunlight not raising dust

Shadow ink of sunlight

Scrawl of my light

Caisson of regretfulness

A god humbling himself

Guillaume Apollinaire