Guillaume Apollinaire. (№ 396690)

The mountain in the distance was bathed with the sunset
Our kiss as juice currant tech
And the night of the autumnal glimmering agate
In tears Paducah stars fell at our feet
Entwined wings of love and death over us
Gypsies songs sitting around campfires
He raced the train looking into the distance eyes open
We peered into the night coastal cities