Here you will find the Poem Vitam Impendere Amori of poet Guillaume Apollinaire
(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love) Love is dead within your arms Do you remember his encounter He?s dead you restore the charms He returns at your encounter Another spring of springs gone past I think of all its tenderness Farewell season done at last You?ll return as tenderly **** In the evening light that?s faded Where our several loves brush by Your memory lies enchained Far from our shades that die O hands bound by memory Burning like a funeral pyre Where the last black Phoenix Perfection comes to respire Link by link the chain wears thin Deriding us your memory Flies ah hear it you who rail I kneel again at your feet **** You?ve not surprised my secret yet Already the cortège moves on But left to us is the regret of there being no connivance none The rose floats at the water?s edge The maskers have passed by in crowds It trembles in me like a bell This heavy secret you ask now **** Evening falls and in the garden Women tell their histories to Night that not without disdain spills their dark hair?s mysteries Little children little children Your wings have flown away But you rose that defend yourself Throw your unrivalled scents away For now?s the hour of petty theft Of plumes of flowers and of tresses Gather the fountain jets so free Of whom the roses are mistresses **** You descended through the water clear I drowned my self so in your glance The soldier passes she leans down Turns and breaks away a branch You float on nocturnal waves The flame is my own heart reversed Coloured as that comb?s tortoiseshell The wave that bathes you mirrors well **** O my abandoned youth is dead Like a garland faded Here the season comes again Of suspicion and disdain The landscape?s formed of canvasses A false stream of blood flows down And under the tree the stars glow fresh The only passer by?s a clown The glass in the frame has cracked An air defined uncertainly Hovers between sound and thought Between `to be? and memory O my abandoned youth is dead Like a garland faded Here the season comes again Of suspicion and disdain