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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poesie De Paris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poesie de Paris</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Current racing, yet the boat holds still; <br>moored fast beside the edges of the Seine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Floating debris passes by, broken free<br>from rubbish dumped on the banks carelessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ship’s bilge, rank! Disgorged <br>adds to the brown disturbed river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistletoe Pom Poms hang unhindered<br>in the trees: stripped bare by winter solitude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now begins signs of being pushed aside-<br>to bear the inevitable advent of spring, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">which will transform the rubbish<br>and the murky anguished water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to reveal, the reflection of the green<br>bedecked trees, garlanded, lining the river-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">becoming a romantic dream lover once again<br>alive on the banks of the Seine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noisy strength of the engine’s wake up call, <br>cruising to Conflans in the misty morn, cold, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> as we go, we can see the snow<br>resting on a distant field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boat joins the flow of the river<br>and a lone Magpie seeking the jewels of the night, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is left behind<br>as we go to find the Versailles Château.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, symmetrical flowerless boxed gardens-<br>apt for a cold day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The palace in its gaudy grandeur <br>lures and welcomes us to view its splendour </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and go away, <br>knowing, ’every dog has its day’. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the Gods depicted in the ceilings- play<br>in heavenly grace, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Napoleonic triumphs <br>(sent many to the grave) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">show the apparent radiant beauty of Josephine, <br>when she was crowned his queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Charles-De- Gaulle- Etoile- <br>your mistresses too, <br>how can we view Paris tonight as you do? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dark The Tour Eiffel (a ‘mechano’ dream) <br>glistens and sparkles, feet astride, <br>all point towards the triumphant arc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where all the world’s widest roads, <br>go away from there, straight to the <br>Lights of the Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight to the paradise of fashion shops- hence, <br>The cat-walk fate holds the world in great suspense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The motor car in shop windows sparkling clean; <br>Ferrari specials and the Grand Prix deluxe, pristine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">models, till they meet the eight lane unmarked roads, <br>where a battle of a civil kind begins to devastate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight to the Opera and the dance<br>where by chance, you may afford a seat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The perfume and wine draws us near, <br>to savour the delights, or fear of the French cuisine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the fantastic fanfare of Paris by night.<br>Her mysteries, still, demurely garbed in mighty, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Military monuments, enhanced, <br>tell tales of history past, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">saying give us the glory, first and last, we fought and won, <br> Vive La France! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Kathleen Bartholomew (Feb 2005)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kathleen+Bartholomew">Kathleen Bartholomew</a><div class=q>
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Current racing, yet the boat holds still; 
moored fast beside the edges of the Seine.

Floating debris passes by, broken free
from rubbish dumped on the banks carelessly.

The ship’s bilge, rank! Disgorged 
adds to the brown dis..."></div>
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