Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays
And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places,
Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais?
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I discovered Alan Seeger earlier this year, and he's been my hero ever since. I truly admire everything about his life and him. This poem, this beauty, this masterpiece - - It only invigorates that admiration. Discovering him led me down a road of immense change, and inspiration. No matter how many years may go bye, I'll always treasure the honor of knowing him. Rest in peace, Alan.
And my sick arms will part, and though hot fever sear it, My mouth will curve again with the old, tender flame. And darkness will come down, still finding in my spirit The dream of your brief love, and on my lips your name. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I liked this segment- -the hope of love was so young and tender and alive. The next segments let us into the reality and I would rather had the fantasy. He was a soldier, he knew he walked side by side with doom, I'm just a woman who does not know she walks side by side with doom as well. He is so much more real and strong.
It is a beautiful poem on love and glory with nice depiction. Thanks for sharing.
Farewell! ! Witht the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The complex arc of love, the untidy, yet powerfully wrenching machinations of the human heart, explored poignantly here. Will Paris forever be the backdrop of tender first kisses and broken hearts?
The bliss of the first nights of a romance... Thanks for posting...
A song of love and glory set in the enchanting city of Paris, narrated with intense emotion.
I absolutely adore it I teared up this poem is by far one of my favorites on this site
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