Paris Reflection

A poem

Harry Hogg
2 min readJan 28, 2024
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Those who have been to Paris and watched the Seine flow by in the gleaming morning sunlight, this beautiful, broad, indolent flow, and the tall trees on the opposite bank renew each day, fresh, trembling leaves in the air and reflected in the water.

I saw a man, his face bleeding, drunk, giving no thought to his wounds but thinking only of his misfortune. I looked at him fixedly without moving; then a spasm would convulse in his cheeks, his jaw fractured, and his lips drawn together, eyes wild with terror; he hung over the wall, the branch of a tree hanging over him and I imagined the anguish, the final hesitation.

The man stood upright.

I could not see him but felt his pain.

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