Adapted from Les Collines by Guillaume Apollinaire [St. Breeze] One day in the sky over Paris two great airplanes made war One was red and the other was black and still higher as the zenith flamed Eternitys sunshine one was my entire youth Other was the future made war furiously Same as the radiant archangel struggled with Lucifer So calculus hates the problem so night hates day So my love batters my love so hurricane Uproots the screaming tree but look at the sweetness Paris like a girl awakens languidly shaking her long long hair She begins to sing my youth was shot out of the sky Now see how the future burns Hear me announcing to the whole world the birth of prophecy Man flies higher than eagles man pleasures the oceans Man dispels shadows and spleen His dream is real now is the time of the magic see they return Billions of prodigies fathers to no fables and unimaginable We shall require from man more than ever was required We shall test his will and the power of it Naked and unaided naked and unaided I am the self-dismembered man denatured detached Capable of d**h incapable of sin What no one has ever touched i have touched intimately Tasted what no one could possibly imagine I measured numberless unthinkable lives i can die smiling