Henri Coulette Poems

Where are the people as beautiful as poems,
As calm as mirrors,
With their oceanic longings —
The idler whom reflection loved,
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
And always in the head.
Click, and we're watching TV:
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We have ascended to this paradise,
Make-believe angels hurrying to our choirs.
Imagination is our Sunday vice;
We are alone, alone with our desires.
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I.

You arrive in a new town.
Your suitcase yawns. Your troubles
Unpack themselves and dress up.
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In Memory of David Kubal

Your kind of night, David, your kind of night.
The dog would eye you as you closed your book;
Such a long chapter, such a time it took
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Lord of the Tenth Life,
Welcome my Jerome,
A fierce, gold tabby.
Make him feel at home.
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There are some questions one should know by heart.
A world without them must be shadowless.
Who was it said, Come let us kiss and part?
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Is the cease-fire over, Venus?
Spare me! Spare me! I beg you to remember
I am not what I once was
When under the gentle thumb of Cynara. Forbear,
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