The Apollinaire became for me - it's a surprise.Storming of the Bastille again.How, then he was?His poetry - poetry Parisian, intoxicated with love, yearning for a dream, a city-being, past and present, and regrets the Self.What I saw - novelty, moving inside the tradition, the word revolution, hidden epithets cold waves of the Rhine and green hair never loved mermaids (this side of Apollinaire - mystical, folklore, romantic was a surprise, too).Every day will pour his song of universal intoxication, he sings for his entire generation - into eternity.

Can I speak about the form, if only familiar with the translation?He begins his story with the past and turn to the future, but one does not leave him never - awareness of his genius and his vocation because forced (between times we watch his talk with other geniuses, conscious of his genius).

Every day will pour his song of universal intoxication, he sings for his entire generation - into eternity.

Alkogoli 3 out of 5 stars