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Annie Guillaume Apollinaire - France
On the coast of Texas Between Mobile and Galveston there is A great big garden overgrown with roses It also contains a villa Which is one great rose
Often a woman walks In the garden all alone And when I pass on the lime-tree-bordered road We look at each other
Since this woman belongs to the Mennonite sect Her rose trees have no buds and her clothes no buttons There are two missing from my jacket This lady and I are almost of the same religion
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