Monday, March 30, 2015

Poetry in Steel

The Eiffel Tower opened to the public March 31, 1889. In honor of April officially designated as National Poetry Month, here is one of my favorite poems about the Eiffel Tower, which has always made me think the tower is no less than poetry in steel.

The Eiffel Tower
If I wanted to see the Eiffel tower

I’d pick one photo

of the hundreds,
of thousands 

ever taken

Taken from every possible angle

In every light available

From down, down, beneath,
and from up, up, above

From an apartment balcony

late at night

with a glass of wine

in one hand.

But, I don’t want to see the Eiffel tower; No! 

Instead; I want to see

The laugh lines

of the man who built it

Or the rosy cheeked child

on the corner street

wishing that they were bigger

than they already sadly were,

Or the imprints

of a new-born goat’s feet

in the red, red sand,

of West Africa.

I’d want to see

‘from whence he came’

and ‘from whence he goes’ “

and what home really is again.

I’d want to see

What it means

to see Something more

than just another photo view, of the same old Eiffel tower.

Although I am unable to find the author of this poem, I am grateful it was written.

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