Ocean of Earth By Guillaume Apollinaire

Ocean of Earth

  To G. de Chirico

I have built a house in the middle of the OceanIts windows are the rivers flowing from my eyesOctopi are crawling all over where the walls areHear their triple hearts beat and their beaks peck against 
the windowpanes

   House of dampness   House of burning   Season’s fastness   Season singing  The airplanes are laying eggs  Watch out for the dropping of the anchor

Watch out for the shooting black ichorIt would be good if you were to come from the skyThe sky’s honeysuckle is climbingThe earthly octopi are throbbingAnd so very many of us have become our own gravediggersPale octopi of the chalky waves O octopi with pale beaksAround the house is this ocean that you know well  And is never still