Les amoureux et la ville
Step back, amoureux!
The city wants in.
I spy the spire
of Notre-Dame.
Do you?
One day, it will burn,
but right now,
what do you care?
Eiffel, too, is almost lost
in this morning’s mist.
I suggest you go there now,
follow the Seine,
climb to the top,
and look back, up
to this very balcony.
Don’t worry,
the haze will clear,
and you will still be rapt,
absorbed in all your
sublime embrassant.
You should know
how you’ve risen
to this rare height,
and nothing, neither
tower nor cathedral,
boulevard, café,
rivière, nor galerie d’art,
can ever touch
where you are.
Look back, amoureux,
and let the city, all
its life and lights,
nudge in a little.
It’s the reason you’re here.
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I was conceived in Paris. I like to dream that this is what my parents felt.