Poems About: PARIS
Poems on / about :
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97.Black Stone on Top of a White Stone
I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris-- it does not bother me--
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn. read more »Cesar Vallejo
98.Osiris ou la fuite en Égypte
C'est la guerre c'est l'été
Déjà l'été encore la guerre
Et la ville isolée désolée
Sourit sourit encore read more »Jacques Prevert
99.Autumn Passed Through Paris
Autumn sliped into Paris yesterday,
came silently down Boulevard St Michel,
In sultry heat, past boughs sullen and still, read more »Endre Ady
"There where that ray touches the plain
And the shadows escape as if they really ran,
Warsaw stands, open from all sides,
A city not very old but quite famous. read more »Czeslaw Milosz
101.(My Mother) Retirement Plans
“When I grow old, ” said my mother, “I’ll change my life.
I’ll rent a garret on the Left Bank of the Seine
in Paris, give up being a mother and a wife,
spend my days painting, drink red wine all night, read more »Janice Windle
102.Summers In Paris
each summer i go to paris to write
and each trip i make you greet me
as though you haven't seen me in ages
then you tell me i get more beautiful read more »Faith Elizabeth Brigham
103.A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII
Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo rings
Still in those syllables of vain delight!
What voice of what dead pleasures on what wings read more »Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year
between Brussels and Paris.
And, William Morris, when I read your old chapter on
the great arches and naves and little whimsical read more »Carl Sandburg
105.Fall of Troy
Learnt from Chapman's Homer,
A story full of grace and glamour.
Killings of Royals, warriors and multitude
Fall of Troy is read more »Gulsher john
106.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, read more »Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In the field
Of God's Yield
You're the One that stood out!
You're not the prettiest read more »Leaking Pen
108.The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March
When loud March from the East begins to blow,
And earth and heaven are black, then off we hie read more »Wilfrid Scawen Blunt