Eiffel Tower by Vincente Huidobro 1917
               Eiffel Tower
               Guitar of the sky
                                        Your wireless telegraphy
                                        Draws words to you
                                        As a rose-arbour draws bees
               In the night the Seine
               No longer flows
                                        Telescope or bugle
                                        Eiffel Tower
               And a beehive of words
               Or the night’s inkwell
               At the dawn’s base
               A spider with wire feet
               Spins its web with clouds
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                   sol

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               We are high up:
               A bird calls
               In the antennae
               Of the wireless
                                        It is the wind
                                        The wind from Europe
                                        The electric wind
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