Today's poem is by James Doyle
Luxembourg Gardens at Twilight
If I lived in the nineteenth century
I would take up one of those six-foot longtapers and go through these gardens
like a butler, touching the tip of flameto the air itself, leaving in my wake
chandeliers of haze to inform the early eveningand keep night from the marble vases,
the fountain, the concentric flowers, for I knownothing of this will remain in the morning
when the sun's undiscriminating glarewill prowl these lanes like a bully,
cuffing everything into shadow and chalk,a black and white world where these Victorian
couples, arm in arm, as muted as crinoline,could no longer stroll, their lives flickering
like fireflies in and out of the manicured paths.
Copyright © 2003 James Doyle All rights reserved
from River Styx
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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