Tour Eiffel Guitare du ciel Guitar of the sky Attracting words to your telegraphy like a rosebush its bees At night the Seine stops flowing Telescope or bugle EIFFEL TOWER It’s a hive of words an inkwell of honey At the end of dawn a spider with wire legs spun a web of clouds My boy to climb the Eiffel Tower you climb up on a song Do re mi fa so la ti do Nous sommes en haut We’re at the top A bird sings It’s the wind in the telegraph of Europe antennas the electric wind Hats fly off They have wings but can’t sing Jacqueline Daughter of France What do you see up there? The Seine’s asleep under the shadow of its bridges I can see the Earth turning and I blow my bugle to all the seas On the road of your perfume all the bees and all the words take off On the four horizons who hasn’t heard this song I AM THE QUEEN OF THE DAWN OF THE POLES I AM THE COMPASS ROSE OF THE WINDS THAT FADES EVERY FALL AND FILLED WITH SNOW I DIE FROM THE DEATH OF THAT ROSE ALL YEAR LONG A BIRD SINGS INSIDE MY HEAD That’s how the Tower spoke to me one day Eiffel Tower Aviary of the world Sing Sing
Bell-clang of Paris The giant hanging in the void is a poster for France On the day of Victory you’ll tell it to the stars
Eiffel Tower Vicente Huidobro, translated by Eliot Weinberger