Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.
Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy
Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.
Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.
Beautiful poem, really, I am wrriting my PhD Thesis on Fenton´s poetry and this one poem was one of the reasons I wanted to get deeper and deeper into his work. A particular love poem with a verz european atmosphere. Really good stuff.
The usual cliches of love poetry are wiped away by the partiulars of a shoddy hotel room, and focused on the lover, the reality, the authentic flesh and feeling. No clichesterol. Healthy, tonic. Excellente.
I fell in love with it. Loved the audio version his voice uhhhhhhh yeah. made me feel alive once more. i felt i was in the hotel with them and felt the true love being portrayed. The women didn't deserve him. He was oing to have his evil way with her. Truly sadening yet thrillling! ! ! ! ! ! Recomend to all poetry lovers. All the lovers that have gone before so don't compare all the loveeerrrrs- kylie monogue #poem love
Lovely imagination! It catches all your attention from the very first negation! ❤️
Loved it! Having been to Paris, having survived divorce, managing to retain trust in love, I could identify with every line of it. Loved it!
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the description of the hotel is reflected by the mental state of the main character
You just cannot mention Paris and not think of love! ! ! Cannot wait to experience the city again! Especially at night with the stars out, lovers hand in hand and the winds breezing! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The usual cliches of love poetry are wiped away by the particulars of a shoddy hotel room, and focused on the lover, the reality, the authentic flesh and feeling. No clichesterol. Healthy, tonic. Excellente.