Speechless

[nwhiker]

Speechless and a bit weepy at watching the photos of Notre Dame. Just... OMG. When the spire fell, I know I gasped.

And through it all, I keep on repeating a silly poem by Jacques Prévert . I think I learned in 6th grade, with Sœur Julia, because the previous teachers I'd had were all obsessed with Lamartine (gag! Hack) and we learned at least two other poems by Prévert in 6th grade, so while I don't remember, I'm betting that's when I learned it.


Chanson de la Seine
Jacques PRÉVERT
Recueil : "Spectacle"

La Seine a de la chance
Elle n’a pas de soucis
Elle se la coule douce
Le jour comme la nuit
Et elle sort de sa source
Tout doucement sans bruit
Et sans se faire de mousse
Sans sorti de son lit
Elle s’en va vers la mer
En passant par Paris
La Seine a de la chance
Elle n’a pas de soucis
Et quand elle se promène
Tout le long de ses quais
Avec sa belle robe verte
Et ses lumières dorées
Notre-Dame jalouse
Immobile et sévère
Du haut de toutes ses pierres
La regarde de travers
Mais la Seine s’en balance
Elle n’a pas de soucis
Elle se la coule douce
Le jour comme la nuit
Et s’en va vers le Havre
Et s’en va vers la mer
En passant comme un rêve
Au milieu des mystères
Des misères de Paris.


I never did post this earlier.

Anyhow, Macron's speech was pitch perfect. I have rarely heard a political speech that was that well thought out, delivered, moving, not maudlin, and hopeful while acknowledging loss.

We'll be tossing pennies or more into the restoration fund once established. Linnea is very sad, and we talked a bit about how, despite the fact that this was a religious building, it was so much more than that, and something that touched the human in all of us.