My mouth will flame the sulphurs of the Pit
You will find my mouth a hell of sweetness and seduction
My mouth's angels will hold sway in your heart
My mouth's soldiers will take you by storm
The priests of my mouth will cense your beauty
Your soul will shake like a terrain in an earthquake
Your eyes will be charged with all the love that humanity has stored up in its eyes since the beginning
My mouth will be an army against you a stumbling awkward army
Tricky as a magician with his sleight of changing shapes
The choirs and orchestra of my mouth will tell you my love
It murmurs to you now from far away
While I stand here eyes fastened to my watch waiting for the exact moment to go over the top
Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated by Dudley Fitts
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