
PARIS
A girl came in the café and sat
by herself
At a table near the window.
I wished I could put her in the story,
or anywhere,
but she had placed herself so she could watch the street and the entry
and I knew she was waiting for someone.
So I went on writing.
I ordered another
rum St. James and I watched
the girl whenever I looked up,
I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now,
whoever you are waiting for
and if I never see you again,
you belong to me
and
all Paris belongs to me.
– Ernest Hemingway
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