“A Line Across the Seine Whatever I made of you Surrenders to beauty. For I am a simple line That crosses the Seine, Remembering each wave Upon the stones of light. However often the light shines Towards the blue of morning skies, I’ll be here. I’ll write.” PoetryParisRomanticismDark AcademiaContemporary PoetryLiterary PoetryMelancholic PoetryEthereal SolitudePoetic ImageryRiver Poetry Book:The Willow Song Source: The Willow Song