with typos corrected:
> I love that city. Especially the chocolat chaud. I have one about a
> different station:
> Uneasy at Gare du Nord
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> each hour is a fragment of the next; you wait,
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> loosening your accord with the world;
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> it's nothing more than the uneasiness of
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> contradiction (for no moment really relates to another)
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> because the woman you watch scrubbing
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> the wall reveals herself with the coarse brush
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> and now you recall her luminous detail (at this
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> later unrelated moment) as you sense the familiar chair,
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> the white rail of the empty page, the cold,
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> and the nearness of freshly brewed coffee.
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> On Fri, Mar 28, 2008 at 10:17 PM, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
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> > Sonnet: On the Way to Gare St. Lazare
> >
> > Missed my train and had to wait five minutes for the next one.
> > Enjoyed a brioche with marmalade at the Irish pub.
> > Planned a Japanese meal with Mike and the rest of the guys (and gals).
> > Fell asleep briefly in a bar so dark one could easily fall asleep in it.
> >
> > Learned to say "I need to have sex with you right now" in French.
> > Got up late again this morning. Haven't been sleeping well.
> > Met Georgina and that Corsican guy at the Louvre.
> > Stayed inside because of the rain. All-day rain. Again.
> >
> > Went to check emails. Nothing from home.
> > Wandered over to the art school to meet my friends.
> > Had another chocolat chaud. That must be thirty or so now.
> > Started to catch up on my reading. Again. New book this time.
> >
> > Got some food at a lovely restaurant with purple and red chairs.
> > Sat inside, hopping outside to take photos.
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> > Hal
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> > Halvard Johnson
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> > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/index.html
> > http://entropyandme.blogspot.com
> > http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com
> > http://www.hamiltonstone.org
> > http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/vidalocabooks.html
> >
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