----- Original Message -----
From: "Nathan Hondros" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, March 28, 2008 10:13 AM
Subject: Re: Sonnet: On the Way to Gare St. Lazare
> 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)
>>
>>
>> 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
>>
>> 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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>>
I like this, Nathan. The way the speaker's philosophical reflections
interrupt and counterpoint his perceptions.
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