The Scent Of A Poet Poem by Norah Tunney

The Scent Of A Poet

Rating: 4.6


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.

Saturday, April 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,love,paris,romance,smoking
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Upon meeting a poet and falling in love with him and his poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Piew Dutta 28 June 2016

Love this poem...excellent writing.

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Norah Tunney 08 April 2017

thank you Piew

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Ratnakar Mandlik 16 April 2016

A beautifully conceived poem with rhyme and rhythm presenting an equally beautiful portrait of a poet. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Rob Lamberton 10 August 2026

To my knowledge this is my first consideration of the poet Jacques Prévert.

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Dr Antony Theodore 04 June 2019

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

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Jette Blackstone 18 November 2017

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.

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Simone Inez Harriman 04 July 2017

Fascinating write that tangles with the senses. This is why I love poetry. Thank you Norah I am enjoying your pen.

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Norah Tunney 04 July 2017

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.

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Daniel Brick 03 July 2017

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.

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Norah Tunney 04 July 2017

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.

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