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Poem by S N Solomons inspired by Prévert’s Le tendre et dangereux visage de l’amour
The face of love
tender and perilous
came to me at dusk
after a livelong day.
It could have been an archer
with his bow
or else a harpist
with his harp.
I cannot tell
cannot recall.
All that I know
he pierced me
with a shaft
or with a song.
All that I know
he pierced me
to my heart
straight and forever.
Unbearable burning
wound of love.
© S N Solomons