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Queen Elizabeth Tudor I (1533 - 1603 / England)
ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE
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I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant
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Maiden to be
float
over the water
not to sink
or
not to
drown
which is not your fate....
The restrictions of being Royal as the heart flutters and yearns...no freedom to follow its whims.
This conflict may have arisen, no doubt, because of her position as Queen.
This is actually quite revealing of who she is. She is
surely a ruler. For she knows her role and place above
all other things, even love. She is human, but is more
remarkable for it. The poem, well written, tells the
truth. History, and it, has not betrayed her. I pray
that mine, shall do the same.
Greenwolfe 1962
QUEEN MOTHER...For sure you are watching and listening from a far better place than where we must write from for now, but I won't pass on the opportunity to speak
and comment in the highest regards of your prsemanship in your earthly Life...
You did well & will long be remembered, as you already have.
'''''''''''''''''''''''''~f.j.r.~'''''''''''''''''''''''''
two sides of a coin, good, bad, yes, no, up, down, and on and on...i like your poem very much.......