Guillaume Apollinaire – The future

Let’s lift up the straw
 and look at the snow
 and write some letters
 let’s wait for orders.

We’ll smoke our pipe
and dreams of love
the gabions are there
let’s gaze at the rose.

The fountain has not dried up
any more than the straw’s gold has faded
let’s look at the bee
but we’ll not dream of the future.

Let’s stare at our hands
for they are the snow
the rose and the bee
as well as the future.