Oh Versailles,
my memory stirs
The leaves flutter
and it all comes back to me:-
A summer breeze or a nightly feast,
the sound of distant music on the night
breezes,
the wonder of the night.
The beauty gliding along your beautiful
canal
on a windswept night;
these memories can never be erased:
Looking from a distance and seeing
your beautiful chateau lit up by night;
The beauty of the ponds and the lights
illuminated in the water;
The echo of laughter,
the lovely dresses and costumes
the masques, balls and delightful
nights;
you who were never vain
but only always created beauty
in all of your imaginings;
the king,
of course;
the orange trees, fruit and flowers,
tulips of every day
breath-taking chestnuts
and hornbeam;
Oh, it was all exquisite
as in a dream;
now your days resound
to a different beat;
your history is never forgotten
your pleasures and beauty
give way to a new retreat;
the tourists delight
in every new treat:
music, a flower display
as people go on their way,
beautiful baroque
echoed all along in the day
as in a pantomime play;
the world created gave of its best
never for a day at rest;
there was always work to do
even though the people were few
and on and on this beautiful place was
created
fountains and gardens were generated
As Angelique believed in Road to
Versailles
she was close to Heaven on earth;
this from ever the day of her birth;
So beautiful, so wonderful,
a land of human endeavour
creating beauty
which lasts forever.
You, a prince of the line bourbon
shared a vision which goes on and on;
Did it come from Old Babylon?
The stories, the magic,
the gift goes on:
Louis, the king!
you created a stir,
Invited the nobles
and lives to bestir;
as beauty abounds
in all its surrounds;
hedges, greenery
enchanting scenery
and trees of fir;
the king was checked
the costs of the day
the amounts to pay
the king held sway
Colbert gave way:
Le Notre, Le Vau
who came from Vaux
with much to bestow
gave of themselves
a fine tableau;
with much to do
perspective and view
statues and yew,
menagerie, orangerie
and stable;
Versailles is your magic
with flowers bedecked
an enchanting effect
of rose, bay leaf
and maple;
As a Tower of Babel
on terrain sable
embellished by
a Fontaine fable;
and
topiary relief,
to enhance
by chance
as writ on a script
in ancient Sanskrit
or from Old Egypt:
a verdant
flowering
sand table;
glanced off the stage
peppered by age
did you not know?
This was the show:
Curtain came down
At the sun-down
and turn of a page;
come to this place
and never forget
the wonder and pageant
which the place would beget;
Now it is the end of the story,
don't forget the beauty-
chapel created in glory
songs of wonder
never cease;
beautiful Marly, the Tuileries
Louvre,
all of these places in the heart
ever from,
it was from the start;
Louis never took from the story,
he only added his theme.
And now with a different generation of
folk
living their lives under a different
yoke
who seek out the renewing green oak
travel a long and endurance path
this we know
as we go along
the time has come to sing a new song
the times of beauty and wonder
we admire from the past
as our spirits tread in a spirit of
lightness
and now hope for a brightness
not ever dimm'd
but to last over yonder
and forever held fast
seeking beauty
wherever it may be
this we hope to always see.
Wonderful poem! :)
ReplyDeleteHello Cherie
ReplyDeleteThank you for your post.
It is also wonderful that I have found your blog to follow!
My best wishes to you from Sandra