Tthe tone in every poem, and in the closely fitting entire volume, comes like songs on the breezes of the various seasons, where we are blessed by a genuine and believable optimism once again.
"In late autumn, when the slants of light incline towards melancholy, when the vegetable world is shadowed by decay,
and when I –- perversely and right on cue –- am full of bright cheer and boundless creativity, the temptation to drop in
on my favorite Paris cemetery is irresistible."
This month's Letter from Paris is dedicated to the brave journalists of Charlie Hebdo.
Ars longa.