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Dec242004

conception - france

I can tell you the exact day.

 

When you and I joined

 

And I felt the delight of conception

 

And the Loire earth breathed

 

Deeply, sighing, and the Pressigny

 

Bell chimed as I called out

 

Your name a thousand times

 

And the French afternoon

 

Came in through the windows.

 

Later, we walked to Montemarte

 

Where we wrote and I bought

 

Silk slips that fluttered at my knee,

 

How later you marveled at my breasts.

 

How ripe I had grown!

 

Such pink to my cheeks.

 

This Paris was good for me.

 

All week, street after street,

 

I lit candles at every church.

 

Vowed I would stay. Had we

 

Remained it would have been.

 

I'm sure of it. But we took

 

To the plane as we had to.

 

Later, by months, the American

 

Air choked with some dark, fetid

 

Poison and I felt all the goodness

 

Cramp and fight its way out.

 

No mother i. Again I return,

 

The pale, tired girl, reaped

 

Of fertility while elsewhere

 

The death-bell tolls, the Eiffel

 

Bends at her knee,  cries

 

To see such grief.

 

 

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