Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ROMANCERO: BOOK 1. HISTORIES: MARIE ANTOINETTE, by HEINRICH HEINE


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ROMANCERO: BOOK 1. HISTORIES: MARIE ANTOINETTE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The plate-glass windows gleam in the sun
Last Line: He starts in fearful amazement.
Subject(s): Clothing & Dress; Marie Antoinette, Queen Of France; Women


THE plate-glass windows gleam in the sun
In the Tuileries Castle gaily;
And yet the well-known spectres of old
Still walk about in it daily.

Queen Marie Antoinette still doth haunt
The famous pavilion of Flora;
With strict etiquette she holds her court
At each return of Aurora.

Full dress'd are the ladies, -- they most of them stand,
On tabourets others are sitting,
With dresses of satin and gold brocade,
Hung with lace and jewels befitting.

Their waists are small, their hoop-petticoats swell,
And from underneath them are peeping
Their high-heel'd feet, that so pretty appear, --
If their heads were but still in their keeping!

Not one of the number a head has on,
The queen herself in that article
Is wanting, and so Her Majesty boasts
Of frizzling not one particle.

Yes, she with toupee as high as a tower,
In dignity so resplendent,
Maria Theresa's daughter fair,
The German Caesar's descendant,

She, curlless and headless, now must walk
Amongst her maids of honour,
Who, equally headless and void of curls,
Are humbly waiting upon her.

All this from the French Revolution has sprung,
And its doctrines so pernicious,
From Jean Jacques Rousseau and the guillotine,
And Voltaire the malicious.

Yet strange though it be, I shrewdly think
That none of these hapless creatures
Have ever observed how dead they are,
How devoid of head and features.

The first dame d'atour a linen shift brings,
And makes a reverence lowly;
The second hands it to the queen,
And both retire then slowly.

The third and fourth ladies curtsy and kneel
Before the queen discreetly,
That they may be able to draw on
Her Majesty's stockings neatly.

A maid of honour curtsying brings
Her Majesty's robe for the morning;
Another with curtsies her petticoat holds
And assists at the queen's adorning.

The mistress of the robes with her fan
Stands by, the time beguiling;
And as her head is unhappily gone,
With her other end she is smiling.

The sum his inquisitive glances throws
Inside the draperied casement;
But when the apparitions he sees,
He starts in fearful amazement.





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