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So what the door was guarded

So what we were imprisoned there

So what the street was barred off

So what the town was under attack

So what she was famished

So what we were without arms

So what night had fallen

So what we made love.

(Paul Éluard, translated by William Carlos Williams) – from the lovely new anthology from New Directions and editor Tynan Kogane, French Love Poems.

A beautiful slim volume, perfect for slipping into a lover’s pocket or under a pillow. Ah, mon amour!