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SOPHIA OF WISDOM III - QUEENS
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NOVEMBER 17, 2006
QUEENS POEM
Queens
Seven dog-days we let pass
Naming Queens in Glenmacnass,
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains,
Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand,
Golden Deirdre's tender hand,
Bert, the big-foot, sung by Villon,
Cassandra, Ronsard found in Lyon.
Queens of Sheba, Meath and Connaught,
Coifed with crown, or gaudy bonnet,
Queens whose finger once did stir men,
Queens were eaten of fleas and vermin,
Queens men drew like Monna Lisa,
Or slew with drugs in Rome or Pisa,
We named Lucrezia Crivelli,
And Titian's lady with amber belly,
Queens aquainted in learned sin,
Jane of Jewry's slender shin;
Queens who cut the bogs of Glanna,
Judith of Scripture, and Gloriana,
Queens who wasted the East by proxy,
Or drove the ass-cart, a tinker's doxy,
Yet these are rotten-I ask their pardon-
And we've the sun on rock and garden,
these are rotton, so you're the Queen
Of all are living, or have been.
J.M.Synge
Four Queens find Lancelot sleeping by Frank Cowper
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