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

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Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire, a French poet, was born on August 25, 1880, and died on November 9, 1918. His poetic works had a profound impact on French literature at the beginning of the 20th century. more

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