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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PARIS, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: My paris is a land where twilight days
Last Line: A rose's place among our memories.
Subject(s): Paris, France
First Line: My paris is a land where twilight days
Last Line: A rose's place among our memories.
Subject(s): Paris, France
My Paris is a land where twilight days
Merge into violent nights of black and gold;
Where, it may be, the flower of dawn is cold:
Ah, but the gold nights, and the scented ways!
Eyelids of women, little curls of hair,
A little nose curved softly, like a shell,
A red mouth like a wound, a mocking veil:
Phantoms, before the dawn, how phantom-fair!
And every woman with beseeching eyes,
Or with enticing eyes, or amorous,
Offers herself, a rose, and craves of us
A rose's place among our memories.
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