I have no dog in this race, but my curiousity was piqued as there's a
Boulevard de Nantes in Cardiff. Seems there's a lot of boulevards in
Sydney. And I hate to break it to Ken, but Avenue is as common as muck
in the UK; there are at least 3 in the little town where I come from,
none of them deriving from Baron Haussmann's architecture. Boulevard
does, to me, have connotations other than an ordinary street -
boulevard of broken dreams, sunset boulevard - and there are no
boulevards in that little town.
I like the poem though, evoking for me wildness.
Roger
On Jan 5, 2008 7:24 PM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> good repetition of scarce elements.
>
> but 'boulevard'??
>
> KS
>
>
> On 05/01/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > the moon is dark
> > the ground is ice
> > i shall let my hair grow
> > out in a tangle
> > i shall dance in my rags
> > on the avenues
> > the moon is dark
> > the ice is black
> > on the boulevards
> > i shall cut the fingers
> > from my tattered gloves
> > i shall pull at my hair
> > its knots and its tangles
> > the moon is dark, the stars hide
> > i will let my hair grow out in tangles
> > i will cut the fingers from my gloves
> > i shall dance in the snow on the boulevards
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> >
> >
> > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> >
>
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