Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Barbara Comments
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You will remember, Barbara,
It rained incessantly that day
Upon the streets of Brest.
And you were walking, smiling
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8/10/2025 3:04:10 AM # 1.0.0
I love this poem. The latter part seems revelant to what's shifting now in the world.
Brest was badly damaged in the War, being a vital port. Wars wipe out our landscapes but not necessarily our memories, especially those fleeting moments that remain our jewels and part of our poetic sensibility/