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  117.     

In The Beauty Of A Lower Heaven

Autumn in Paris is like summer in a lower heaven.
Sycamores and chestnuts paint the air,
Pencil-thin branches sketch the city like Utrillo,
The Seine sets leaves in moon-glass.

We caught the metro at Bir-Hakeim
Near Vel’ d’Hiv, the Nazi detention center.
Cyclists went flying into fire and ash
In the beauty of a lower heaven.

Something grotesque in the accordion
Like a fascist playing Mozart.
Something hypnotic in the sound,
The bellowing of giving birth to terror.

In the beauty of a lower heaven
All the people are lovelier, tranquil,
Even at rush hour music tames
The writhing beast of megalopolis.

Goodnight Paris, bonne nuit,
Your accordions are like history
Repeating the music and the horror
In the beauty of a lower heaven.

Goodnight Roseline, Simone and Eliana…
We will meet again, Aviva…
The doors of the trains are opening
In the beauty of a lower heaven.
 
Salvatore Ala

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  118.     

Ce que je Veux Faire (What I Want To Do)

Je vous cherche.
Non oω ne font je vois...
Ce sourire qui rit,
Exprimer ces yeux de danse.

Je longtemps pour vous tenir,
Enveloppι dans mes bras.
Lΰ vous devez libιrer votre odeur.
Lΰ nous nous assoyons sur la terrasse,
Donner sur Paris et au-delΰ.
Comme nous rκvons de l'amour pour nous garder romantiques.

What I Want To Do

I look for you.
No where do I see...
That smile that laughs,
To express those dancing eyes.

I long to hold you,
Enfolded within my arms.
There you are to release your scent.
There we are sitting upon the terrace,
Overlooking Paris and beyond.
As we dream of love to keep us romantic.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar

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  119.     

americans in paris

Americans in Paris
rarely will embarrass
the Frenchies,
who, when they’re in Manhattan
regard as ill-begotten
our wenches,
since they don’t give French kisses
like those a Frenchman’s missus
provides.
Unlike the taxi horn
George scouted, Frenchmen scorn
as girl guides
without baton
Manhattan.


Inspired by a TV performance of “American in Paris” by George Gershwin, performed by the NY Philharmonic conducted by Alan Gilbert in a New Year’s eve concert that included five Cole Porter songs sung by Thomas Hampson, including “Why Gay Paree? ” a favorite of Hampson, who was interviewed by Alec Baldwin before the performance.

12/31/09
 
gershon hepner

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  120.     

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI

Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!
Who said that care behind the horseman sits?
The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,
Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.
Who stops for sorrows? Who for his lost wits,
His vanished gold, his loves of yesterday,
His vexed ambitions? See, the landscape flits
Bright in his face, and fleeter far than they.
Away! away! Our mother Earth is wide;
And our poor lives and loves of what avail?
All life is here; and here we sit astride
On her broad back, with Hope's white wings for sail,
In search of fortune and that glorious goal,
Paris, the golden city of our soul.
 
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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