Tag Archives: Paris

SHAME

  So how would you translate “Dommage”? The town is closed, remorselessly. Only the tourists arrive. Erroneously migrating birds Landing on a mirage, They go to roost among gargoyles Because the quays refuse To open up their mouldering lids For … Continue reading

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SOUPIR ANCIÈN

  Lord, preserve the hem Above the knee. Who’ll ignore their backs? All backs perhaps   That won’t look back At us. Anonymous, Reminding us Youth power easily   Subdues strength, defeats The will, not only With its merest glance; … Continue reading

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A Thought

It’s fucking hard work being a beggar in Paris: It takes more out of you than any conventional job To scratch interminably and with increasing violence At the old itch, to lie shivering in rags On the pavement for twenty-four … Continue reading

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