Guillaume Apollinaire

Between Rome and Paris, amidst cafés and art studios, I celebrated the audacity of modernity by breaking the chains of tradition and giving language the fluidity of dreams—where Alcools flows, and punctuation dares not impede my verses.

Ask me why I baptized Cubism and Surrealism, or how The Breasts of Tiresias unfurled new worlds upon the stage and in the imagination of poets yet to come.

I have wandered where idea and image embrace, forging new constellations in the skies of twentieth-century poetry.