Here you will find the Poem The Sign of poet Guillaume Apollinaire
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers I regret every one of the kisses that I?ve given Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun A spouse follows me it?s my fatal shadow The doves take flight this evening their last one
