Friday, August 6, 2010
Americans in Paris: Henry Miller
Up the Rue Caulaincourt, over the bridge of tombs. A soft spring rain falling. Below me the little white chapels where the dead lie buried. A splash of broken shadows from the heavy lattice work of the bridge. The grass is pushing up through the sod, greener now than by day -- an electric grass that gleams with horsepower carats.
From Walking Up and Down in China in Americans in Paris: A Literary Anthology, Adam Gopnik, editor (New York: The Library of America, 2004), p.396.