Genève

My city was cobblestone and water,
A flowing river washing all away,
A place where swans and peacocks nest and stir,
A maze of clocks ticking both night and day.

A flowing river washing all away,
It had fountains, chocolate, mirrors, and books,
A maze of clocks ticking both night and day
To be forgotten when one overlooks.

It had fountains, chocolate, mirrors, and books,
A maze of clocks ticking both night and day
To be forgotten when one overlooks
A flowing river washing all away.

Note: Geneva was the home not only to the swans of Rousseau Island and the peacocks of the UN HQ, but also to several English poets, any guesses as to which two are the swan and peacock of this poem?

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3 comments on “Genève

  1. Emin Alzueta says:

    You pose a question. Could the swan and the peacock be Shelley and Byron?

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