Posts Tagged French
THE CITIZENS’ ARMY
Posted by David Selzer in Poetry on November 29th, 2011
Dawn on the auto route and the surprise
of place names: Thiepval, Bapaume – Kitchener’s
nonchalant, Citizens’ Army rising,
at breakfast time, to walk unwaveringly
into the cross-wires of machine gun sights.
The First World War dead of Sharp Street, Hull,
have their own memorial – enamel
on tinplate behind glass with French, Haig,
Foch and Beatty like seraphs at its corners.
Through Flanders, there is a danse macabre:
graveyards are laid out like city streets, rows
of white and well kept stone.
PREPOSITIONS
Posted by David Selzer in Poetry on January 31st, 2010
ON THE PONTE SAN ANGELO
Three roma children
on New Year’s Day kindle a
fire from last year’s leaves.
IN SEVILLE
After rain, a girl
struts her stuff flamenco style:
no one notices.
BY THE A3
Four chestnut horses
flick their tails in the shade of
a horse chestnut tree.
AT KOM OMBO
Crocodiles, Pharaohs,
Romans, French, Turks, British gone:
only tourists, sand.
ON THE SHORTEST DAY
There is only one
theme: in death’s contemplation,
life’s celebration.
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