Monday, January 26, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009: On the Street…Outside Old England, Paris

When I pulled L’Etranger from your bottom shelf
By its bony, slim spine

The pages spread like the wings of a butterfly
And dropped a brown leaf

At my feet. The leaf was brittle and papery,
And I recalled selecting it

One November day (while I still studied philosophy)
When I felt warm and drowsy

4 comments

  1. Beautiful, evocative of so many feelings!
    K.

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  2. Lovely! I really admire your poetry talent...

    :^) Anna

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  3. "The pages spread like the wings of a butterfly"

    Such a delicate and beautiful line :) I am envious!

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  4. I'm re-reading Dubliners at the moment but now I want to go and dig Camus off the bookshelf.

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