(to Robert Browning)
My mother said to me: “Now mind,
You must be generous and kind
To lords and servants, great and small;
You are a duchess, after all.”
This seemed like good advice; I took it
Much to heart. A friendly look, it
drew from me a blush, or smile,
and everybody loved me, while
I lived. They even loved my lord
the duke, for my sake, and ignored
the steady rising of the taxes.
Pity he relied on axes
for unpleasant work. They would
an accident have understood;
a temporary leave of senses.
Cruelty, though, has consequences.
Now his name (nine-hundred years
of history) and all his fears
have fallen with him. From the wall
my painted smile observed it all.