Road to Elsewhere, Excerpt #29: Is Love Fleeting, Futile, or Just F'ed Up?

Competing views from the Pont Mirabeau, in Paris

Galway Kinnell wasn’t the only poet to look at The Pont Mirabeau, in Paris, and see more than a way across the river. Guillaume Appolinaire looked down into the murky waters of love/loss in a poem The Paris Review translated a few years back.

In 1912, he wrote:

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine. 

Hand in hand, standing face to face, 

Under the arch of…