Paradise
Guillaume Apollinaire
1913 (?)
In newspaper and breath
A terror will be found
More contagious than any yet known.
No smoke without oil,
No cruelty without news.
. . .
Your coal arrives from the back of time,
Blue-collar diamond,
Prison of fire.
When the universe requires substitutes
It calls for clay.
. . .
This is the time of consequences,
Of dry wings and iron nests.
Dance with the monster
in the labyrinth of the world
and the paradise of the heart.