Paris, October 1936 Comments
From all of this I am the only one who leaves.
From this bench I go away, from my pants,
from my great situation, from my actions,
from my number split side to side,
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Haunting work. Very reflective. The poignant sadness, the sense of the undone, what might have been accomplished, it is all very palpable in the superbly descriptive details.
And I move away from everything, since everything remains to create my alibi: - - - - -//- - - - - Such a wonderful expression and minute observation. So thoughtful.
Reminds me of the song WHEN OCTOBER GOES popularized by BARRY MANILOW...Thanks for posting...
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7/27/2025 9:40:23 PM # 1.0.0
The only one! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.