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That passion of her kings, who, reign on reign,Īrrayed her star by star with pride and power. That joy which brings her art to faultless flower, Red war hath gleaned for her and men have slain
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Heavy with jewels, all her splendid dowerįlashing upon her, won from shore and mainīy shock of combat, sacked from town and tower. Sits like an empress by her silver Seine, The evening sky, and pale from left to right The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and gray Of golden dust the gilded dome is bright, The river lies in curves of silver light, I was consoled by “Paris” a poem, written by the American poetess Willa Carther in 1923, which a friend posted on Facebook last night. Many people shed tears between last night and this morning, but words can bring comfort. I wasn’t at Notre Dame to clap, but like so many people in Paris, in France, and around the world, I take off my cap to their generosity, bravery, and professionalism which kept the towers of Notre Dame standing. The firefighters were given a standing ovation by Parisians and tourists as they wearily left the quenched fire scene this morning. The roof and spire of Notre Dame collapsed during the massive blaze. Who can resist an altruistic hunk? The French people adore them and even before quenching Notre Dame’s blaze the firefighters were already the most or one of the most respected professions in Paris. The firemen’s charity calendar sells as quickly as it’s printed.
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The firemen’s balls, (as in a dance), on and around Bastille Day on July 14, held in their caserns all around Paris, are a fun tradition. Parisians get to dance with their hunky firemen and delightful fire ladies. In France you call the fire brigade when you’re locked out and don’t want to get ripped off by an emergency locksmith, when a pregnant lady faints, when your cat is stuck up a tree, when you fall down with a heart attack or when you feel that Parisian life has just gotten too much and you can’t go on…Įvery French man, woman, and child knows the firemen’s telephone number, “18”, and many a life has been saved by dialing the two-digit number. However, in France, their ‘help’ extends above and beyond their excellent and fearless firefighting skills. “One in five people call on the fire brigade every year?” You might wonder if apart from last night, is there is a community of resident pyromaniacs in Paris.Īll over the world, it seems that firefighters are devoted people motivated by helping others rather than by hefty salaries.