79 Quotes by Guillaume Apollinaire

All the words I have to say have turned into stars.

My dreaming thoughts go barefoot in the evening.

III'm no longer myself in here I knowI'm number fifteen in the eleventh Row

Oh Paris From red to green all the yellow dies away Paris Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the AntillesThe window opens like an orange The beautiful fruit of light("Windows")

Shall we the shipwrecked drown and dream A further voyage to farther stars

Sea, I am like you, filled with broken voices,

Now you walk in Paris alone among the crowdHerd of bellowing buses hemming you aboutAnguish of love parching you withinAs though you were never to be loved againIf you lived in olden times you would get you to a cloisterYou are ashamed when you catch yourself at a paternosterYou are your own mocker and like hellfire your laughter cracklesGolden on your life's hearth fall the sparks of your laughterIt is a picture in a dark museum hungAnd sometimes you go and contemplate it long

Six mirrors keep staring at one another("Monday rue Christine")

Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in bloodIt was and I'd rather not remember it was at beauty's decline