May 25, 2023
A Poem as Slow as it is Violent
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy always followed pain
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Hand in hand let us stay face to face
While underneath the bridge
Of our arms passes
The water tired of the eternal looks
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
Life is so slow
And hope is so violent
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Days pass by and weeks pass by
Neither past time
Nor past loves will return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy always followed pain
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Hand in hand let us stay face to face
While underneath the bridge
Of our arms passes
The water tired of the eternal looks
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
Life is so slow
And hope is so violent
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Days pass by and weeks pass by
Neither past time
Nor past loves will return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain