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February 14, 2012

by Lois P. Jones

after Johannes Bobrowksi’s “Fishing port

At evening, before snowflakes fall
one after the other,
then I love you.

I love you in the uncomfortable bed,
on the second floor of the converted horse barn
with the white light of morning
with a shadeless window,
with the sheet’s iron warmth.

Our mouths are tricked with licorice—
you come, unconcerned with Henri’s key.
The Eiffel has stopped glittering
and the man who raged at his wife
has left the metro long ago.
Here you come with your sweet mouth.
Now you walk across the last snow.

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Lois P. Jones’ poetry and photographs have published in American Poetry Journal, Raven Chronicles, Tiferet and other journals in the U.S. and abroad. She is co-founder of Word Walker Press and host of Los Angeles’s Poet’s Cafe on KPFK 90.7 fm. She co-produces Moonday East and Moonday West’s monthly readings in La Canada and Pacific Palisades, California and is the Poetry Editor of Kyoto Journal, a 2009/10 Pushcart nominee, and 2010/11 nominee for Best New Poets.

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  1. Katherine
    February 14, 2012 at 11:39 pm

    What can I say? I am in love, and in winter~

    • Lois
      February 15, 2012 at 12:42 pm

      Thank you Katherine. Paris and winter are two lovers on the same train.

  2. Irene Brown
    February 15, 2012 at 7:15 am

    Very evocative, Lois.

    • Lois
      February 15, 2012 at 12:42 pm

      Thank you for listening Irene. Three days in Paris was enough for a lifetime.

  3. February 15, 2012 at 2:44 pm



    Beautiful– the tone, the timing, the playing of each image off the next.

  4. Diana Anhalt
    February 15, 2012 at 3:08 pm

    Truly lovely. I will remember it whenever I think of Paris, whenever I taste licorice.
    Thanks, Lois, Diana

  5. Leslie Silton
    February 15, 2012 at 5:32 pm

    It’s terrific.
    Well done, Lois.
    A wonderful poem.

  6. Lois
    February 15, 2012 at 10:25 pm

    Listening is a very valuable commodity. I’m grateful you spent some time here. Thank you….

  7. Carol
    February 16, 2012 at 7:28 am

    Dear Lois, I am struck by the way your images and language create a photograph in shades of white with just enough shadow to give the image some form. Masterful. – Love Carol

  8. Jana
    February 16, 2012 at 9:41 am

    thank you for this beautiful jewel – Jana

    • Lois
      March 16, 2012 at 1:42 am

      Miss you Jana!

  9. Deborah
    February 16, 2012 at 3:07 pm

    Truly beautiful. Great imagery, fond remembrances of warm feelings of heart and nostalgic happiness. Sigh.

  10. Lois
    February 16, 2012 at 9:57 pm

    Carol, thank you for listening… I am grateful as always for our silent conversations, Love, Lois

    Jana…thank you xx

    Deborah thank you….yes that was a time…

  11. February 17, 2012 at 1:08 pm

    Very evocative, Lois.
    I like your voice and pause…

    Anna Yin

  12. Susan
    February 17, 2012 at 2:37 pm

    I love the line, “our mouths are tricked with licorice”! Paris is a timeless place, but you have captured time in it here- the moment before snowflakes, the dance of moments as they fall, the quiet after a glitter of lights,, the calm that follows a rage, the soon to be present “sweet mouth,” and footsteps across the snow. Because you have so deftly woven disparate moments, united by the vibration of Paris itself you have created a unity between your reader and your poem and Paris, a connection outside of time. So that I, sitting in a different city, at a different time, with an entirely different point of view am transported to a converted barn, the Eiffel tower, a metro car, a field of fallen snow, a love that waits to be consumed.

    • Lois
      February 17, 2012 at 2:48 pm

      “The moment before snowflakes” what an evocative line. That sounds like a poem in the making Susan. Thank you for your keen observation and sensitive ear, for feeling my moments in Paris, your generous heart.

  13. Lia
    February 21, 2012 at 3:12 pm

    Simply beautiful and your reading of it.. every word crystallized and poignant. Enough food for this winter romantic! Wonderful, E.

    • Lois
      February 21, 2012 at 5:23 pm

      Thanks kindly Lia for your sensitive listening. Looking very forward to Plath….

  14. Esteban Ceniceros de Beaumessin
    February 28, 2012 at 8:27 am

    This is such a beautiful poem Lois.

    “our mouths trickled with licorice”; beautiful image that reminds me of the taste left after drinking anis :-)

    “now you walk across the lost snow” takes me back to walking on clouds :-) but in Paris.

    Merci beaucoup et bises,

    • Esteban Ceniceros de Beaumessin
      February 28, 2012 at 8:28 am

      “last” of course, sorry for the typo ;-)

    • Lois
      March 16, 2012 at 1:39 am

      Merci Esteban!

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