High + Low

At last you are tired of this ancient world
O shepherdess Eiffel Tower, the flock of bridges
bleats this morning
You're fed up with living in Greek and Roman
antiquity . . .
You read handbills, catalogs, advertisements that
sing aloud
Here's your morning's poetry, and for prose there
are the newspapers,
Dime detective novels packed with adventures,
Biographies of big shots, a thousand different
titles,
Lettering on billboards and on walls,
Doorplates and posters squawk like parrots . . .

- 'Zone' by Guillaume Apollinaire