Dark Paris Poems

The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight
as blue as an old Muddy Waters track.
From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton
looked like a slick and oily spider-web
crowned...

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She haunted me as a child,
Staring quietly from her watercolor world. 
Her strange presence called me. 
Powder-white skin and rouge cheeks,
Pencil-thin brow over 
Dark-rimmed eyes...

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It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re...

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After a long flight our plane is about to touch down
The city of Paris awaits so many new memories about to be found 
Off to...

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Behind the polished brass and red cedar
She lifts the florescent bottles and glasses
At her own classy pace

She’s earned that right by now
I understand well

Her beauty...

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TO PRESERVE YOUR HEALTH
   YOU MUST RESERVE YOUR DATE AND TIME
TO ENTER THE EMPIRE OF DEATH

“Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort!"

 ...

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The Seine river banks,
with their lack of guardrails, freaked
me out in fourth grade:

"Avez-vous entendu?!!"
My best friend rushed to ask it.
"Did you hear?! (the news)"

A woman...

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Il pleure dans mon coeur (“It rains in my heart”)
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It rains in my heart
As it rains on the...

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Helen, Troyless
by Michael R. Burch

"The face that launched a thousand ships..."

Helen, bright accompaniment,
accouterment of war as sure as all
the polished swords of princes groomed to...

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Absorbed in Guernica’s promise Lucifer glanced at Montmatre

Settled his mind on virgins in heaven as Mona Lisa smiled on

One Last Supper tied to a suicide...

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Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

My lover nude and knowing my heart's whims
Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
Her...

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Le Balcon (The Balcony)
Charles Baudelaire
trans. Michael R. Burch

Paramour of memory, ultimate mistress,
source of all pleasure, my only desire;
how can I forget your ecstatic caresses,
the warmth...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given...

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UNDER THE RED UMBRELLA 

Under the red umbrella, sheltered in our rainy day nest,
my coal black heel lifts — our oneness beats in my chest.
Handsome...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's...

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