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Villanelle for the parisian sunset

December 15, 2011
By missscribbles SILVER, Paris, Other
missscribbles SILVER, Paris, Other
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Through the pearl cataracts of mottled panes
Under the stretched out gooseflesh of the sky
Lies a city of roofs and weather vanes.

I can see the red sunset as it stains
The lardy clouds with a scandalous dye
Through the pearl cataracts of mottled panes

Above the slabs of bleak, gray concrete lanes
On an iron shore between low and high
Lies a city of roofs and weather vanes

Blue slate shingle roads stretch in endless chains,
To converge where I stand and play God’s spy,
Through the pearl cataracts of mottled panes.

Above the tiny black specks and their strains
Where the soft clay chimneypots melt and sigh
Lies a city of roofs and weather vanes

In my room with electric veins
I push on the cornea of the eye.
Through the pearl cataracts of mottled panes
Lies a city of roofs and weather vanes.


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Claire_A GOLD said...
on Apr. 30 2013 at 9:25 pm
Claire_A GOLD, Pleasanton, California
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Always a poet, even in prose.&quot;<br /> ~Charles Baudelaire

Wonderful piece.  I want to go to France so much; this poem caught my eye as soon as I saw the title.  I love the way you connected the eye to the sunset and the world we see.  Congratulations on a beautiful poem!