The whole town has come into my room the trees have disappeared and evening clings to my fingers The houses are turning into ocean liners the sound of the sea has just reached me up here In two days we'll arrive in the Congo I've passed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn I know there are innumerable hills Notre-Dame hides the Gaurisankar and the northern lights night falls drop by drop I await the hours Give me that lemonade and the last cigarette I'm going back to Paris | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |