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Le Moulin de la Galette
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Le Moulin de la Galette |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Montmartre The harlot on the hill Her perfume of garlic and Gaulloises sour in the Sunday afternoon ~ On the Rue Laitiere A promenade of bustles Where from under lace parasols Working girls glances Survey the field ~ In the Moulin de la Galette The thin man in a hurry Eager at the canvass Licks brush on palette and gives Estelle her eyes ~ From a third story window Lissette leans on her elbows Smiles at the sunlight Sighs with the memory Of yesterday’s lover. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Love the easy going style you have given your words herein, Cari. Reading them, I could absolutely put myself in each scene you gave me to read. ~ My inner world is my paradise and I am its keeper ~ |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Eloquent and picturesque. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
This is the Paris I think of.. Not bullet chatter, and death wails. "Montmartre The harlot on the hill Her perfume of garlic and Gaulloises sour in the Sunday afternoon" Garlic stench, and cigarette smoke... ya gotta love the taste, and smell of this poem.. effective writting, poet. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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