Gala

Gala
by Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated by Oliver Bernard

To André Rouveyre

Skyrocket burst of hardened steel
A charming light on this fair place
These technicians' tricks appeal
Mixing with courage a little grace

Two star shells first
In rose pink burst
Two breasts you lay bare with a laugh
Offer their insolent tips


HERE LIES ONE WHO COULD LOVE


some epitaph
A poet in the forest sees
Indifferent able to cope
His revolver catch at safe
Roses dying of their hope

Thinks of Saadi's roses then
Bows his head draws down his lip
As a rose reminds him of
The softer curving of a hip

The air is full of a terrible
Liquor from half shut stars distilled
Projectiles stroke the soft nocturnal
Perfume with your image filled
Where the roses all are killed

Gala is a cultivar of apple especially popular in the United States of America.

Originally bred in New Zealand in the 1930s as a cross between the Golden Delicious and the Kidd's Orange Red, the Gala was introduced to the United States in 1974 and its popularity has been steadily rising ever since. by 2006, it was the second most consumed apple in the US, after only Red Delicious.

True Gala apples are primarily yellow in color, with some red striping. However, another apple that is often confused with the Gala is the Royal Gala, which is a vibrant red color and sweeter. The Royal Gala is a cultigen (mutant variety) of the Gala.

Ga"la (?), n. [F. gala show, pomp, fr. It. gala finery, gala; of German origin. See Gallant.]

Pomp, show, or festivity.

Macaulay.

Gala day, a day of mirth and festivity; a holiday.

© Webster 1913.