You Do Not Know Me
Dark angels dance overhead
Storm clouds swirl within my head
Smiles are the veils of hidden thoughts
Tormented souls question not what is not
Ile St Louis, a swamp of nighttime beasts
Where soon poets shall roam
All that changed, the darkness kept the same
Only evil flowers dare to grow here
I was born in the comfort of a weeping nurse
Soon bestowed to the gallows underneath
For life passed by, and left me to ponder
The horror and madness within my dreams
You kiss my lips
Passions kiss you think frees me
From the darkness where I reside
St Louis is but far off from our romps
The play, maybe a muse on a past romance
Our flirt but a dance with history
You don’t know me
For I was born in the dark
As love ripens, we turn to grapes
The evening becomes our escape
Tiss you who have drowned me
In Seine, is where I rest
You don’t know me
My lover and killer
As I float away
From l'ile St Louis
Footnotes:
This poem is truly Edgar Allen Poe! Ile St Louis is the smaller of 2 islands in Paris on the Seine. It used to be swampland and crazing for cows, and in fact was the original Paris. Of course it was later developed, and many a famous persons have lived there, one being, Charles Baudelaire a French poet, whom is famous for a few things, the first being his poetic works called “ Fleur du Mal “ ( Flowers of Evil ) and thus the line in my poem “Only evil flowers dare to grow here”. However Charles Baudelaire also discovered the works of Edgar Allen Poe and proceeded to translate Poe’s works into French.
In Seine, is where I rest, well what can I say, I am insane, and thus this is one of my favorite lines!! :) As for Ile St Louis, I can only say, in Canada it is truly and island all alone!
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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