Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PORCELAINE DE SAXE, by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL First Line: Petite madame, your smiling face Last Line: Monsieur shall bow, madame shall smile! | ||||||||
Petite Madame, your smiling face Serenely scorns the commonplace, And you, Monsieur, your bow is quite The fine quintessence of polite! In seventeen seventy you showed Your garments as the latest mode, -- Panniers and puffs and fine plumed hat, Buckles and bows and lace cravat -- But he who made you never guessed That Time, who loves a sorry jest, Destroying kings and monarchies, Would spare you, gay futilities. How many a timely circumstance Has saved you from the swift mischance Which would have left your pieces scattered, And all your china graces shattered! The busy housewife, in a fluster, -- A maid's far flung, impetous duster, -- Twixt you and these still intervenes The god of foolish figurines. I shrug, but ruefully. Alas. When I, and all of mine, shall pass. Still in the best ceramic style Monsieur shall bow, Madame shall smile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELILAH by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL EVENING ON THE HARBOUR by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL FEBRUARY TWILIGHT by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL PHILOSOPHY by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL SPINSTER SONGS by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL TO THE DISCUS THROWER by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL TO YOUR HEART by VIRGINIA LYNE TUNSTALL UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT |
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