How good is this?!
More magic from my good friend Sarah.
Enjoy!
This poem is a departure for me. I found myself channeling Hemingway after reading for the third or fourth time A Moveable Feast — perhaps the best and least known guidebook for Paris. My thanks to Scot at Rusty Truck for publishing it this week.
At 3 a.m.
after one more day
without words, Paris
takes you in like a whore,
not surprised you’re back
for another fuck in the dark.
November. Brittle rain
scrapes the bone.
You walk the sheen of cobbles
to the Seine, where bodies,
freshly guillotined, once floated,
heads left behind in baskets,
past the great cathedral, gargoyled,
buttressed, to the boîte
on St. Louis where absinthe
and jazz make love, and a girl
comes to rub against you
like she knows your name.
– Sarah Russell
first published in Rusty Truck
for Poets United Poetry Pantry
Photo by Nicolas Vigier
I love A Moveable Feast as well. Terrific poem.
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Thank you for reading, Lin. Sarah’s site is a treasure trove, especially for someone who understands the secret of wildflowers…
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Thanks, Ryan for reblogging my poem, and thank you as well, Lin. So happy to find another Moveable Feast fan!
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And wow, what interest packed tour of Paris Sarah bludgeoned us with, fascinating !!
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It’s a different angle alright. Makes me want to book a flight… Thanks Ivor 🙂
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loved it, as always –
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She is very talented. Thanks, Beth 🙂
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Just checking back in. Thanks Beth and Ivor!
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