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

Do

re

mi

fa

sol

la

ti

do

We are high up:

A bird calls

In the antennae

Of the wireless

It is the wind

The wind from Europe

The electric wind