Paris Place

by Josef Brustmann
translated by Paul-Henri Campbell

A Parisian house
walls of white sandstone
glowing in the sunshine
and has
great oak doors
creaking in the night
and has black cast-iron balconies
like frozen flowers
and has casement windows
from floor to ceiling
and has
a roof of black slate
dreaming under a silver moon
and has
doves like Paradise
cooing a worldly song
and has
many high trees
bearing heavy leaves
and has
many motley throngs of people
living so là là
and has
a great avenue
immaculately swept
and has
a blue sky
into which everyone enters
allez-y les bleus


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