In Paris there is a spot by Notre Dame
\nfrom which all distance is measured,
\nand if you turn three times
\na wish is granted.
\nI saw old women turn and become young.
\nBoys wishing to fly, fly away.
\nHappiness returned to sorrowing hearts,
\nand no one was poor who left that spot.<\/p>\n
When my turn came
\nI turned around,
\nand kept my wish to myself,
\nthat the buttresses of the church
\nwould unfold like wings,
\nthe city flame into a galaxy of stars,
\nrain fall in my eyes like goblets of wine.
\nThat Paris never die.
\nThat her people laugh
\nand go on forever in their loving.<\/p>\n
I turned shyly to see her boulevards expand.
\nThe buildings shine with their pretty faces.
\nA feminine city,
\na glorious culture,
\nand here I was,
\nat the center of its soul.
\nA man from Ohio
\nwho barely grew up.<\/p>\n
A man who looks
\nfor his childhood toys,
\nand hugs all the trees on his street.
\nTo know what the center
\nof the universe is like.
\nTo go forth from his valley
\nand meet this city,
\nthese beautiful people,
\nwho like me,
\nneed something inside that rises like the sun,
\ngrants a wish,
\nand shows us where we are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In Paris there is a spot by Notre Dame from which all distance is measured, and if you turn three times a wish is granted.…<\/p>\n