Thinking of France
The streets, ancient made modern,
Keeping, through it all, their ancient selves.
Ancient roads were there before,
Where true natives of the land did walk
And under time's insistent rule did change
Breaking their sties into gravel, then dust.
Curve do the streets,
Their curbs uneven, quaint, broken here and
there.
Along the streets, houses,
Their iron fences top a concrete ledge,
Their iron gates show pa graveled yard with
potted plants.
Their balconies shelter shuttered rooms, and
In the rooms upon expensive carpets
Expensive tables rest,
Hold the latest magazines, and
On ordered shelves books selected with a goal:
To tell of lives correct and well,
Proper, secular, modern,
Products of the best the ancient streets could
do.
--November 25, 2013
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