Paris

I must go there immediately so I can can sit in Montsouris Park and think about this poem.

Thousands and thousands of years

Would not be enough

To tell of 

That small second of eternity

When you held me

When I held you

One morning

In winter’s light

In Montsouris Park

In Paris

On earth

This earth

That is a star


Jacques Prévert French, 1900–1977)