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Carousel de Paris

from 7 Little Parisian Poems

Elizabeth Smither

Across the avenue and through the trees
the carousel turns. All the white horses
pierced through with shafts like unicorn horns

and a little gilded rearing horse
on the peak of the wooden tent
and the frill – so domestic, so sweet

and this eternal – when it is going – motion
surely it is the most assured, most desirable
motion in all the world. Is it a bellows

like the rising and falling of lungs
or the heart and its cavities, emptying, filling
or simply hope of a firm earth and heaven?


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