...with an evening photograph. The same week I went to the bird market, I was staying in the 5th arrondissement, which is a lovely part of Paris with old buildings, parks nearby (the Luxembourg and the Jardin des Plantes), and a lot of history. The apartment was on the sixth floor (with no elevator...) and the view of the rooftops was magical at sundown. One morning I started to write a poem, so here it is.
The day begs to be begun
Amidst the stirring of dreams and birds
Beyond the wing of hopeful wishes
On the tips of the rosy sunrise
The day begs to be begun
Though the valleys are steep
The boat waits for its water
And mysterious houses call to be found -
While you hide away the jewels
Bury them deep
Claim your leave
The day begs to be begun
On the far corner of my sleep
By the soft borders of the bed
In the recesses of my limbs
Suddenly
The day
Is
June 30 - July 4, 2011
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