Death Paris Poems

we stood
were well

you pushed 
I fell

they came
I hid

she ran
I did

they chased
I stopped

she turned
I dropped

they shot
I died

she fled
I sighed

they went
her too

I died 
for you

.. I died
.....

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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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This is my modern English translation of Paul Valéry's poem “Le cimetière marin” (“The graveyard by the sea”). Valéry was buried in the seaside cemetery...

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She.
Serenity’s relief adheres to alabaster sleep from the rivers own pale fruit.
There is majesty in the tides annihilation that polishes cheek and lip.
A smile as...

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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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The death of three sisters
Three sisters sadly fell. At different times they died, 
though in them countless millions stood and worshipped side by side. 
Though...

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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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Reader Rabbit

Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up, 
in anticipation of the climatic finish. 

Yet sadly, 
the build-up...
was the part we savored,...

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Rose, the bloom

Sweet in color, 
eternal in fragrance,
majestic monarch of the flowers. 

Kind lady in red, 
a fine dress made of silk, 
or sometimes sheer...

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Heads roll
  ~ Bells toll...

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'twas years ago I strolled thru Paris proper
          and came upon Le Pere Lachaise one night...

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Nortre Dame Cathedral, 
ancient and regal
devoured by smoke and flame
history lost, stones crumble
who is to blame?

water and flame fight
deep into the April night
Parisians in the...

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They Riot.
They revel in frank spotlight, 
getting drunk in a boozy blitz. 
You can find them wrapped in the lush covers of pure linen on...

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Hail Mary full of Grace, 
In castles, painted stone.
The chairs too small for children now,
The Lord is (somehow) with thee.
Though the faces scorn and mock...

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"HER PARIS"


I see you smiling with your 
eyes towards subjects you now 
engage yourself with.
I see your hands moving 
across your phone.
I see the plans...

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