“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you good night – and there’s a lot of difference.” – Ernest Hemingway
“They love me like a pack of wolves.” – Ernest Hemingway
“Love is forever. Lust is for the moment. Got a moment?” – Michael Gorman
Affair with Hemingway
Remote corners du café
Closerie des Lilas
Summer evenings beneath stars
Sidewalk tables and stories
Late at night – mon chambre
I take you to my bed
Crawl deep inside your stories
I have my way with you
You reach out through time
Together, we do Paris
Huddled in corners
Sipping wine and champagne
Dark Smokey tables shared
Avec Fitzgerald, Ezra et
Ford Madox Ford
War stories, the bulls
Nights at Bricktops
Josephine’s rocking the joint
Gertrude’s salon
Champagne et art du jour
Picasso, Modigliani
Breathless with anticipation
I surrender and plead for more
It is the life – it is life
Bereft, insatiable, pleading for more
C’est magnifique!
Bisous,
Léa
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I love this metaphor for immersinng oneself in reading Hemingway ! I particularly like “I take you to my bed / Crawl deep inside your stories.
Liz, thank you. A few years ago I choose Hemingway as my main bill of fare for summer reading and somehow that just popped out. I believe it leaked out of A Moveable Feast… 😉
Your poem in wonderful. I read a collection of Hemingway bios a few years ago. One from a psychoanalytic perspective and another from a family member who is a therapist stand out in my memory. He was a complicated person.
Cindy, thank you, my friend. Yes, I haven’t read those but reading his words it is evident that he would have been quite complicated. Yet, the poem just flew out of the pages from that summer fling. Most likely, A Moveable Feast. Beware, this summer’s focus is Charles and Mary Lamb and William Shakespeare so I’ve no idea where this may lead… Thanks again.