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Place Pigalle What has become of you, love of my youth, love tarnished, dissipated through distant years? O, my love, that I seek up teeming boulevards, down cobbled streets, among voices now foreign to my fading ears; have you evaporated into the misty Fall night? Do you lurk among shades of ancestors, among shrieking students on a spree, the band of Corsican sailors tracing the spoor of tarts, those dazzled tourists, dapper gendarmes leaning in ancient archways; are there traces of you in the swirl of calliope music, of dancing lantern lights? Do I dissolve into a shade, becoming one of you, or is this a dream I am swimming in, an endless county fair set down in the heart of my love, Paris, who I can never find again or can never return to me? |
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A version of this poem was in a collection titled "France Poems."
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