The Poetry Of.
Henri Dumolet.........................................................
Rooms
I remember all the rooms that we were in
When we were lovers
Even those when we were distant from our moments
Even those that edged the parting of our tides.
I remember the sunlight on Navonna
When we were lovers
And London's fallen leaves
And other cities of your vast empire
I remember winter's black mornings
When we were lovers
I see your window from your bed
I see your ear
As the radio starts
In the smell of last night's champagne
I remember when we touched
When we were lovers.
And all of my promises and pretenses
And always our parting in the fog
I am all right of course
Except sometimes at an airport
When I forget there will not be convergent
Tides and times
Epilogue
We are we now in
The sunlit epilogue of our 'affair.'
Though there is still damage from that
Awesome storm.
But are we calm now? Safe.
Without anticipation.
No desperation behind our eyes or smiles.
When our fingers touch do our hearts tremble?
A Foreign Woman
A foreign woman dark and tall
Smiled at me while asking
'what is the pleasure of being young?'
I laughed and sought to answer
But she changed her question to become
'what is the use to remember?'
A foreign woman dark and tall
Smiled at me while asking
'what is the pleasure of being in love?'
I laughed and framed an answer
But she changed her question to become
'what is the use of an answer?'
A foreign woman dark and tall
Now poses no more questions
A foreign woman dark and tall
Will not hear my answers
