Noble Collins Poet Free verse

Night on the Seine

Night on The Seine
1939

Silver and gold from city lights
daub the black river
like brush strokes from VanGogh.

The Seine
murmurs against La Rive Gauche
where dreams of artists linger,
then turns to glide obediently against La Rive Droite
where politicians drink cognac
and talk of war.

We are in the middle of Time 
in a small boat.
“You cannot leave me!” she commands.
“Of course not,” is my assurance.
“I shall neither be called nor needed."

"We have built the great Maginot Line,
and The Ardennes is too wooded to cross.
It is all talk, anyway."

The city drifts slowly by -

Le Grand Palias and Le Concorde
Champs Elysees,Notre Dame,

 Swifter now - like the time,

"It would be madness to destroy such beauty."

“Besides, the British have pledged to come.”

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