The Absinthe Drinkers by Robert Service

[trainerjonathan]

The Absinthe Drinkers

He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix,
The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every day.
He's sitting with his Pernod on his customary chair;
He's staring at the passers with his customary stare.
He never takes his piercing eyes from off that moving throng,
That current cosmopolitan meandering along:
Dark diplomats

Comments

[lostraven]

Where did you dig that up?

"Revenge has mellowed in my heart, it's rotten ripe to-day."

I love that line. The thought of a mellowed, rotten ripe revenge. Nice.

-Shawn