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In Paris With You by James Fenton

Thinking of you, love, and wondering why you don’t write.

In Paris With You
James Fenton

Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.

Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I’m in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.

Comments (2)

  • Aisha

    I think its a lovely poem…but i just need a brief description on what its about?? Can someone tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

    reply
  • Stacie

    It is about a guy who has gone through a terrible breakup and wants to feel wanted again. He is searching for another girl, only for a one night stand, to make him forget his sorrow.

    reply

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