The Sad History of Beautiful Places (written in the Luxembourg Gardens)

–She said, “No one ever wanted to destroy Paris, not even Hitler, because she is too beautiful.”

We wander through
honeycombed streets of
confectionnaries and
music halls, grand arches
and porticos,
every stone building
sculpted by hand.
Some riddled with bullet holes—
now a school of art—
these small entrances
where history entered
and stayed forever.

We wander—four women—
through the corridors
of the Louvre—
the most common themes:
war and women’s bodies.
I send a prayer to the future
for a museum filled with
paintings by women.
What new visions will you create,
melting those staid templates,
those walls of guns?
Will you engender a new music?
Where will history go without
war or sex or subjugation?

From within its stone walls,
we hear a hailstorm—
it will be heard
we will be heard.
Liberty has always been a woman.

Copyright Rebecca Morrison

 

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