Matin au Luxembourg

Oh Medici Fountain,
Sombre in your aisle of leaves, where confused shadow
Aggravates young artists;
Where Sorbonne students read intermittently
And trysting lovers
Sorrow about many things —
In your dusky basin the Parisian sparrows
More hygienic than most natives of the Quarter
Begin the day with a bath.
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