In a Paris cafe
on Rue De Barrie,
I watch a solitary man
drinking tea from a china cup
and smoking
a french gauloise,
with a black beret
and long dark hair
his mystery fills the air,
pouring cream
and dreaming
his gaze deep and profound
now and then
it leans towards me
I pretend not to see,
in a Paris cafe
on Rue De Barrie
an overture from Schubert,
and sitting on a table
as eye meets eye
the collected works of Prevért.
in a Paris cafe on Rue De Barrie an overture from Schubert, and sitting on a table as eye meets eye the collected works of Prevért. a very beautiful poem indeed dear poetess Norah. tony
I've been reading some of Prevert's poems and exploring a video entitle Prevert, piano, and poetry. I've always been fascinated about the intermingling of the arts, have tried my own hand at writing while listening to music, writing about a piece of music, writing about the process of performing, etc. Anyways, I really enjoy this poem. It has a nice simple flow (a little like Prevert) , and the image of the poet in the French cafe brings him to life.
Fascinating write that tangles with the senses. This is why I love poetry. Thank you Norah I am enjoying your pen.
Yes I love that Simone tangling with the senses. Of course I just spent time reading definitions of the the word tangling. Words! ! I love them.
AS EYE MEETS EYE is a profound moment: it's not just a physical connection with this poet but a spiritual one and I felt affirmed as a poet by this understated encounter.The man is a Poet whether he writes good poems or not. In a sense, you show a man who has by living deeply and imaginatively has become a living poem. I'm assuming the title word SCENT refers to the pervasiveness of the sense of smell: it is basically unconscious and all the more powerful for that reason. The poet leaves traces of his being a poet everywhere, especiall rerceptive is a fellow poet in the serendipity of crossing paths.
Gosh! ! ! ! You captured the essence of this poem Daniel so beautifully. Your comment is so poetic. I love what you said about the poet leaving traces of his being a poet everywhere and the receptivity of a fellow poet. Thank you for your keen observation.
sitting on a table as eye meets eye romance, love, desire, mystery, romance and passion, cafes in Paris, the romantic city. the flair...... sensing the feelings........thankyou very much dear poetess. it is always mystery and mystical thoughts around you and your poems. thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem...excellent writing.
thank you Piew