Paris, 13 November 2015

 

I weep for you, Paris,

Every beautiful boulevard,

Every humble street

Whose pavements so often have welcomed my feet –

 

Every drop of blood shed;

Every beating heart dead;

Every au revoir said –

 

Your heart-beat is mine, too:

Paris, I weep for you –

 

And WE say to hate: you will never destroy

Good. And we SHALL sing for joy –

 

This, I will ever recall –

But, for now, my tears fall…