The Lady and the Painter
SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence,
So you profess!
HE: With heart and soul.
SHE: Of which fact this is evidence!
To help Art-study,- for some dole
Of certain wretched shillings,- you
Induce a woman—virgin too—
To strip and stand stark naked?
HE: True.
SHE: Nor feel you so degrade her?
HE: What
–(Excuse the interruption)– clings
Half-savage-like around your hat?
SHE: Ah, do they please you? Wild-bird-wings
Next season,- Paris—prints assert,—
We must go feathered to the skirt:
My modiste keeps on the alert.
Owls, hawks, jays– swallows most approve...
HE: Dare I speak plainly?
SHE: Oh, I trust!
HE: Then, Lady Blanche, it less would move
In heart and soul of me disgust
Did you strip off those spoils you wear,
And stand—for thanks, not shillings—bare,
To help Art like my Model there.
She well knew what absolved her– praise
In me for God’s surpassing good,
Who granted to my reverent gaze
A type of purest womanhood.
You clothed with murder of His best
Of harmless beings– stand the test!
What is it you know?
SHE: That you jest!
Autres oeuvres par Robert Browning...
