An angel of the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
A killer, a maid, a reluctant gun moll
Her hair shorn for God and King and Jean-Luc
A delicate finger, gliding across once quivering lips
A creature of ravishing innocence, fair complextion
Gravitas in soulful, mourning eyes
Alive with the thrill of concluded death
This blessed child of Hollywood, Preminger's paramour
Turned toward the ancient eyes of Gaul
Blue jeans, milk shakes, thick red steaks
An American girl, gone to the wonders
A panther in a jaguar's body, a little girl lost
Lithe, she would purr with beatific ambiguity
Her look spoke with poetry, not prose
Her eyes open with the state of longing
Her cheeks, her breasts beneath hidden yellow
Heaving to the time of change, a rebirth
Lost in time, she spoke of voices
In the shadows of the bedrooms of kings
Hello sadness, her youth lost in a car
Heavenly tresses bound her to Earth
Mad men would condemn her
She could no longer live with her nerves
This angel of La plus belle avenue du monde
The chestnut trees wrap their arms about her
As saintly as her armoured maid of childhood
As born unto a star of despair, broken dreams
The flesh of her body, tender, hot to the touch
The flames of eternal lips, she stares at us
A messenger of the creation, she breathes
her tongue embroiled in the lies of truth
Desire has no meaning, no quarter
Faith in the vessel of behaviour
She would hold light to a candle
Dangle her eyes in frenzied apprehension
Her eyes, her touch, her chin, her toes
A striped dress of betrayal, sacrifice
A dalliance with a star, her director
Her legs rushing down her avenue
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The voice of God, a sweet sad sigh
She stares into the camera, eyes wet
A look of immeasurable sadness
Gone is the toothy smirk of youth
Even in her own youth, faded dreams
She stares into the camera, lips drawn
A lost angel of the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Seberg - A Poem On Her Birthday
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Happy Birthday,
Jean Seberg
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