Une Cite Blanche. Poem by Michael Walker
Une Cite Blanche.
Je pense au sud
une cite blanche
nous nous reveillerons en nous tenant les bras.
Je me reveille
et j'entends frapper le tuyau de vapeur
comme un coeur de metal
et je trouve qu'il est tombe de la neige.
'A White City'. James Schuyler. 1969.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: city,snow
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I found this in my anthology 'The Oxford Book of American Poetry', edited by David Lehman.
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