I was awoke this morning by a phone call...that I have been granted a visa to visit the Louvre Museum and Saint-Sulpice in Paris, France...and I couldn't imagine myself in Paris....I went to Paris in the long night and decided to write this...
trying to run, the bells tolled forlornly
making my way out, Mona Lisa hung, smiling at me
breathing less, the Louvre Museum
is filled with portraits of the men of Darkness
from Leornado Da Vinci,
Cornelius Heinrich Agrippa,
Paracelsus,
Francois Rabelais,
John of the Cross,
Francis Bacon,
Micheal Maier,
to Jacob Boehme
and the deepened smiles
of the world that deft pass them
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-04-27 at 07:48
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So Long a Night in Louvre Museum
turning around, the walls sangtrying to run, the bells tolled forlornly
making my way out, Mona Lisa hung, smiling at me
breathing less, the Louvre Museum
is filled with portraits of the men of Darkness
from Leornado Da Vinci,
Cornelius Heinrich Agrippa,
Paracelsus,
Francois Rabelais,
John of the Cross,
Francis Bacon,
Micheal Maier,
to Jacob Boehme
and the deepened smiles
of the world that deft pass them
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 653 times
Written on 2006-04-27 at 07:48
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