Diane Seuss Poems
- Don'T Say Paris No one says Paris anymore. There's no such ...
- I Went Downtown And Went Down on the We Buy Gold guy. I have ...
- Glosa He took to reading Chekhov late at night and studied ...
- There's Always One On The Driv...
- Hopes And Dreams I Tell You are nougat but there is ...
- Even In Hell There Are Songbir... Not just cawing but full ...
- Soft Pink Apple Covered In Bee... Fingernail against ...
Diane Seuss is the author of three collections of poetry: it Blows You Hollow (New issues Poetry Press 1998), Wolf Lake, White Gown Blown Open (Juniper Prize, University of Massachusetts Press, 2010) and Four-Legged Girl (Graywolf Press, forthcoming in 2015). A poem that originally appeared in Blackbird received a 2013 Pushcart Prize. Her poem “Free Beer” is included in The Best American Poetry ... more »
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Don'T Say Paris
No one says Paris anymore.
There's no such thing as Paris, no
Café de la Paix, no Titian's Entombment
in the Louvre or Hotel La Sanguin
with amaranth petals on the sheets. Don't
say Paris. When you utter the word
I take off my long red gloves. I prepare
my hands to be stroked. I'm an idiot
that way, a Parisian to the bone. Once,
on some Rue or other, I was not alone.
The city, blue. My black coat opened
and gave birth to my body as I walked.
You dare speak of Paris? You unlatch
the door in the cage, that word comes
blooming out, ...