IN PARIS WITH YOU
by James Fenton
Although Paris is often thought of as
the city of love, James Fenton opens his poem “In Paris With You”
with the sentence “Don't talk to me of love.” He appears to be
getting over a broken relationship, saying “I've had an earful /
And I get tearful.” Rather than both words of the rhyming pair
coming at the end of lines, “tearful” is in the middle of the
second line. The rhymes actually seem to give a lighter atmosphere to
the first stanza, although Fenton is feeling down. He describes
himself as “one of your talking wounded,” which of course is a
play on the phrase “walking wounded” used to describe people who
have only slight injuries. He refers to himself as “a hostage”
and says he is “marooned,” creating the impression of someone who
is not yet free from the emotions of his recent relationship. In the
last line of the stanza, however, Fenton seems to be feeling more
optimistic when he says, “But I'm in Paris with you.” Throughout
the poem, Fenton talks directly to the person he has apparently just
met.
In the second stanza Fenton makes it
quite clear that he is “on the rebound.” He uses alliteration in
the phrase “I've been bamboozled;” bamboozled is a wonderful
sounding word, but Fenton is angry at the way he has been treated and
refers to his previous relationship as a “mess.” Once again the
tone towards the end of the stanza becomes more upbeat since he has
met someone new and they are together in Paris.
Fenton is not in the least bit
interested in sightseeing, and is in fact openly scornful of Paris'
famous attractions in the third stanza. He doesn't want to go to the
Louvre or the Champs Elysees, and even goes so far as to use the
vulgar alliterative phrase “sod off to sodding Notre Dame.” He
uses enjambment to link the end of the third stanza to the beginning
of the fourth, commenting that he would rather stay in the “sleazy”
hotel room than go to see the sights. No matter how dismal the room
is, and the contrast between it and the beautiful attractions of
Paris, he wants to spend time there with the person he has met.
“Doing this and that / To what and whom” presumably refers to
having sex. Fenton closes the fourth stanza with the idea that he
will learn more about his companion as well as about himself.
The fifth stanza opens with the phrase
“Don't talk to me of love.” Fenton presumably was in love
previously but doesn't want to get emotionally involved in his new
relationship. He wants to talk about Paris “in our view,” but
what they can actually see is a crack in the ceiling and paint
peeling off the walls of the hotel room. This is the reality, and
Fenton doesn't appear to be bothered by it as he closes the stanza
once again with the line “And I'm in Paris with you.”
The sixth and final stanza opens with a
repeat of the first line of the fifth stanza, “Don't talk to me of
love. Let's talk of Paris.” In the next three lines Fenton uses the
word “Paris” three times as an apparent substitute or metaphor
for the word love when he says, for example, “I'm in Paris with the
slightest thing you do.” “I'm in Paris with... all points south”
is presumably a reference to his companion's genitals, especially as
the following line is the question “Am I embarrassing you?”
Fenton ends the poem as we might expect with the statement “I'm in
Paris with you.”
James Fenton makes effective use of
repetition and rhyme to convey his thoughts in his poem “In Paris
With You.” Rhyme is not used regularly, and the poem has a more
natural feel because of this. In the third stanza there is “Elysees”
and “sleazy,” while in the fifth it is “ceiling” and
“peeling” that rhyme. In the fourth stanza the rhyming words
“room” and “whom” are at the end of the first and third lines
rather than consecutive lines. The stanzas are of irregular length,
and it is noticeable that the lines of the fourth stanza are all very
short, adding emphasis to it.
“In Paris With You” does have a
lightness and immediacy about it, even though the memories of the
recent failed relationship evoke anger. Fenton conveys the excitement
and freshness of the start of a new relationship, the eagerness to
get to know a person he appears to have just met. Being with that
person is what matters above all. The grand places of the capital
city of France have no importance; he would rather be in a shabby
hotel as long as he is with that special person. The poem conveys
this idea perfectly, and it is easy to imagine the feeling.
Originally published on helium.com
No comments:
Post a Comment