These April Sunsets

Sunset in Les Tuileries

Sunset over the Seine

 

Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in his fingers while she talks.
‘Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands’;
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
‘You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.
‘Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.’

T.S. Eliot, “Portrait of a Lady”

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April 17, 2015 / art / photo / Travel / LEAVE A COMMENT / 16

16 comments

  • that poem and these pictures just made me heave the most wistful sigh, lovely!

    • That T.S. sure knew how to do that to us, didn’t he? xo

  • Le ciel est magnifique et plein de poésie, les photos sont romantiques à souhait…Le poème est simplement sublime.

    • Merci, Veronique. Le ciel de Paris est un vraiment peinture, chaque jour, chaque coucher de soleil. xo

  • The poem and the photos are absolutely beautiful!

    • Thank you, Valerie! As you can tell, I’m pining a bit for both :) xo

  • the visual of twisting flowers through one’s fingers… Yep it stirs something in my soul

    • Eliot is my gateway poet, if that makes any sense. xo

  • Beautiful!!

    • Merci, Eva! xo

  • What a gorgeous sky with very fitting, very beautiful words. Paris sure knows how to put up a show.

    • It does, doesn’t it? Paris has never let me down, even (especially?) in torrential rain. xo

  • What a perfect poem to go with these gorgeous photos!

    • Thank you, Gloria! I thought the pairing was too good to pass up. xo

  • oh, stunning pics :)))

    • Thanks, doll. xo