Paris Spoken Here

By Christine Candland

In “Princess,” we follow the life of a young teacher with baby in tow; ”She strolls in the moonlight, ethereal, misty, a vision. No, she walks with deliberation, carries baby in one arm holds onto toddler with the other..”
In “The Cusp of Venice,” “(A) full moon building as water in the grand canal rose higher each day as Poseidon himself lapped up the steps of the Piazza.” In “Cleopatra’s Remorse,” a choice must be made between her love and loyalty to Egypt. “Does her heart truly ache for Anthony or has it become caustic and soundproof.”
There is dramatic dialogue between Persephone and Zeus in “The Plea,” “ Father Zeus, do not cast me down to the dank land of stealth, to moldy things..”; and in the title poem “Paris Spoken Here”, “When the rain came down hard, you hustled us off to a warm brasserie to purchase a café crème..”

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Feb 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9781663250063

Christine Candland

Christine Candland lives in Los Angeles with her husband Michael. Her first two books Topaz Woman and Pleiades Rising, received awards in the London Book Festival and Eric Hoffer competitions. Her first collection of poems When Snow Walks In, describes the extraordinary amidst everyday scenes in understandable prose and sparkling details (U.S. Review of Books); And in her second collection, Paris Spoken Here, Candland’s poems sing with keen awareness of the gift of the ordinary (Elline Lipkin). Several of her poems have appeared in the California Quarterly and Altadena Poetry Review.

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Also By Christine Candland

Topaz Woman

Pleiades Rising

When Snow Walks In, Poems By

To my husband Michael, with love

Contents

ONE

Snow in Summer

When You Woo Me

Princess

Pause for Angels

A Spark of Divinity

Marguerite

To Aunt Hannah, Who Took Care of Everyone

Fruitcake and Coffee

Mayonnaise Sandwiches

The ‘64 Cadillac

Insomnia’s Voice

Lost and Found

The Weather Vane

The Plea

TWO

When Susanne Traveled Across Country

Coltrane and Ozzie

Michael with the Beautiful Shoulders

Paris Spoken Here

Homer’s Girl

Pierre’s Atelier

The Cusp of Venice

Harriet’s Garden

Cora’s Recollection

Suspended Animation

Bingo up the Street

Coordinated or Just Pretty

The Top Shelf

Persephone Meets Odysseus

THREE

Brown Rabbit

Becky’s Baton

Refracted Light

Standing in the Rain

The Children’s Garden

Jenny’s Ghost

Red Suede Heels

Cleopatra’s Remorse

Dorothy at the Algonquin

My Only Pet

Cutting Corners

Penelope and Max

For Now

Story Talk

Acknowledgements

About the Author

ONE

Snow in Summer

From a distance it looks like snow in the mountains

and up close, like fallen flakes between rocks and hiding

places.

A blue-green stem with translucent petals. Gardens in the

neighborhood can be startling; if I didn’t take this walk,

look at what I’d be missing.

Don’t know if there is a giraffe rose or a zebra daffodil.

It must have to be a newly divined flower or an accidental

one to receive such a grand name.

Was Snow in Summer called after a person or a persona,

like American Beauty. Maybe an everyday flower can

be renamed to freshen it up.

Where was Snow in Summer first found? On a hillside or

by a stream. By itself or clustered with others. Most likely

among the larkspur or marigold; or near its cousin,

the carnation.

Studying the ground, there’s a patch of dichondra.

Was it planted here or carried by the wind?

Each one has its story. I listen closely. They will tell me

how they got to this