[New-Poetry] paris poem

[Anny Ballardini]

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NOUVELLE VAGUE by Tad Richards!

On Mon, Nov 24, 2008 at 8:07 PM, TheOldMole <Opus40-01 at opus40.org> wrote:

>
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> NOUVELLE VAGUE
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> /C'est pour Jeanne Moreau/
>
> /Anouk Aimee/
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> /Jean Seberg/
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> /Isabelle Adjani/
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> /et Brigitte Bardot/
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> / /
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> / /
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> He is riding
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> the Metro
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> reading /Bonjour Tristesse/
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> remembering sex
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> young women with
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> hooded eyes
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> nipples chapped by the sun
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> at summer villas
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> enigmatic
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> hitchhikers
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> on the run from Marseilles
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> shadowy former
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> benefactors
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> mostly
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> he remembers Paris
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> 1968
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> tearing off blood and
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> sweat stained shirts
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> in a fierce brief respite
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> from the barricades
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>
>
> Halvard Johnson wrote:
>
>>
>>    Paris in Old Photographs
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>>
>>    1.
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>>    The priests . . . never more lovely than in autumn.
>>
>>    Bulky cows passed to and fro. Slowly,
>>    they were being poisoned.
>>    Their lilac flanks brought to
>>    mind your eyes. Their nose rings.
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>>    Rapists seem so pretty in the fall, my
>>    life so poisoned by your eyes.
>>    Schoolkids wrassle in the streets, and one
>>    plays the mouth organ. Daughters
>>    and their daughters flap
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>>    about, battling both the flowers and the wind.
>>    The choirmaster sings sweetly,
>>    though quite slowly, among abandoned cows
>>    flourishing along our forever unorthodox streets.
>>
>>    2.
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>>    Don't worry about my corpse. Let it
>>    lie where it falls.
>>
>>    Or hang me from a low branch of that tree,
>>    where children can pelt me with stones.
>>
>>    Toss me over the parapet,
>>    or stretch me out on your grand piano.
>>
>>    Throw all my clothes away, give
>>    all my books to the poor.
>>    Shove me down a hillside. Turn your
>>    back and walk away. Quick! Before
>>    I stop rolling.
>>
>>    Insinuate your way into the night air,
>>    into the heart of a cat.
>>
>>    The moment you vanish, something heavy
>>    falls like a rock to the sea.
>>
>>    3.
>>
>>    Old women hunch over eggs
>>    at their tables, using
>>    their last ounce of strength
>>    to crack open a shell;
>>    autumn rendezvous go on
>>    all around them and they
>>    fail to glance up.
>>    Inky clouds envelop them.
>>
>>    4.
>>
>>    I'll name names now.
>>    That desert's name is Mouse,
>>    he has a dark voice.
>>    No one ever calls him to the door.
>>
>>    The castle is called Foot.
>>    In perpetual shadow it thrives.
>>    Anything we want to destroy--your form,
>>    your memory--we put in there.
>>
>>    The true name of war is Mercy,
>>    taking for granted all those liberties we've never
>>    been fully apprised of--in our hands,
>>    in the ear of a sow who might be our mother.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> Halvard Johnson
>> ================
>> halvard at earthlink.net <mailto:halvard at earthlink.net>
>> http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/index.html<http://home.earthlink.net/%7Ehalvard/index.html><
>> http://home.earthlink.net/%7Ehalvard/index.html>
>> http://entropyandme.blogspot.com
>> http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com
>> http://www.hamiltonstone.org
>> http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/vidalocabooks.html<http://home.earthlink.net/%7Ehalvard/vidalocabooks.html>
>>
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