History & The Arts
How to write to a lover
...English. I knew little French. We walked through his city, mostly in silence. I was sharing my hotel room with a friend, so Guillaume and I had to be creative. Most of the gardens in Paris are surrounded by walls and gates, but we found a way into one. Here are a few lines from ‘To the Garden, at Night’, an attempt at a poem I sent Guillaume after I got home from...