Paris Poems

A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry


To you, my aunt, who would explore
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Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!
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A Life Tragedy

A pistol shot rings round and round the world;
In pitiful defeat a warrior lies.
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Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
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Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
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Trois allumettes une à une allumées dans la nuit
La premiére pour voir ton visage tout entier
La seconde pour voir tes yeux
La dernière pour voir ta bouche
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'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.
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The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
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I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris- it does not bother me-
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
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never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
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But do not let us quarrel any more,
No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:
Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.
You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?
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Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
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[November 13,2015, Paris - Europe, our world]
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Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
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<i>1856</i>

Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass,
Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells,
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In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
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From all of this I am the only one who leaves.
From this bench I go away, from my pants,
from my great situation, from my actions,
from my number split side to side,
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The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
That children cry the lily bloom
All up and down the leafy way;
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I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene,
but I was still surprised when I found the painting
of his mother at the Musée d'Orsay
among all the colored dots and mobile brushstrokes
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In the pixelated glow of a midnight screen,
two souls wander,
drifting through the ether,
where time is but a whisper,
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SUNDAY OLYMPIC GAMES PARIS 2024

Sifan Hassan, the Queen of Athletics in the world,
won the Olympic Marathon in Paris this morning,
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I'm in Paris,
The city of light,
To feed my sight,
To happiness at sight,
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In a grand city, where romance thrives,
Resides the Queen of Paris, in elegant guise.
Regal and graceful, she struts with poise,
Through the streets of beauty, she enchants all boys.
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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère's (grandmother's) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding 1,100-hectare farm that she calls her 'fall retreat.'

Between three and five hundred people work on the farm, the Château and its surrounding shops (some work is seasonal) . The shops sell wool, cheese, wine and ice cream produced on the farm, as well as touristy things. Many of the employees live on the farm, rent free. Their homes, owned by the farm, form a hameau (village) . I didn't understand much of this at the time, I was 10 years old.
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I know we just met, but, can we run away to Paris? Hear me out, I'm a little bit nervous but I'm not lying when I say you remind me of goddess of rainbows, her name is Iris. Heyyy, trust me, I promise to keep you safe and I promise to not do anything that might land us into a crisis.
I'm sorry I've been talking too much I didn't even ask you, are you really up for this?

If you are, then take my hand and follow my lead. Hold it tight and keep up to speed. Your heart is in safe hands I promise I'll never make it bleed. I get weak in my knees when you come around and I just start unboxing all the feelings I hid.
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It was Monday, June 20th,2022. My roommates and I are in Paris to see Olivia Rodrigo (in two days) . But tonight, I was doing a favor for my uncle Remy. Taking my elderly great-aunt Yvonne to the airport.

*In RL this all happened in French, but I wouldn't do that to you - but just so you know.*
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Only in Paris

waltzes a fly like flies are --
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In Paris
You can find me in Paris
When you miss me be my guest
Just come and join me in Paris
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A poetical travelogue

It has been a whirlwind of a month or two
A time of new experiences, laughter and happiness all the way through
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