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This poem is taken from PN Review 135, Volume 27 Number 1, September - October 2000.

Three Poems Marilyn Hacker


Explication de Texte

Plusieurs réponses sont possibles, mais montrez comment la ville peut se lire comme un substitut de l'objet désiré: Text on Apollinaire for lycéens preparing the baccalauréat

Paris nights, drunk on gin,
aflame with electrical fire.
Trolleys with green-lit spines
sing their long route down wire
and rail, deranged machines.

(Guillaume Apollinaire; translated by MH)

Paris is wintery grey.
The small rain spits and sputters.
Before the break of day
when green trucks hose the gutters
lights go on in the bakery.

The days go on, routine
light lingers on the clocks
Yellow and red and green
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