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The Ninth Secret Poem Guillaume Apollinaire - France
I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle Of the Goddess I am the lumberjack of the only virgin forest O my Eldorado I am the only fish in your voluptuous ocean You my lovely Siren I am the climber on your snowy mountains O my whitest Alp I am the heavenly archer at your beautiful mouth O my darling quiver I am the hauler of your midnight hair O lovely ship on the canal of my kisses And the lilies of your arms are beckoning me O my summer garden The fruits of your breast are ripening their honey for me O my sweet-smelling orchard And I am raising you O Madeleine O my beauty above the earth Like the torch of all light.
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