"Reception of Le Grand Condé by Louis XIV at Versailles" by Jean-Léon Gérôme‘Festive Clothes (or On being among Poets)’ by Alejandro Páez The Society February 24, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 3 Comments I have been bid into the House of Song To merry-make at Inspiration’s fest Alas! I fear my raiment would but wrong The stately host and every lofty gest! See there the orphrey wrought with glinting rhyme! The ragmas* styled with metaphors of gold! Here flows the baudekin of thought sublime With gleams of wisdom in its every fold! My homespun verses cannot hope to vie With fine accoutrements thus decked with art. My lowly garment is a reverent eye, With admiration’s meanly clad my heart. I’ll don my dagswain and my hoddengrey. I know no other but this meek array. *Ragmas also called rakemat or ragmersh, is a valuable oriental, reputedly Indian, fabric either with a gold basis or more probably figured in gold, known in England from the middle of the 14th to the middle of the 16th century. Alejandro Páez is a catholic priest currently living in Rome, Italy, where he is a researcher and professor of Philosophy at the Pontifical Atheneum Regina Apostolorum. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Wren Bruce LC February 24, 2020 Oh my, what a delightful sonnet! Technically and metaphorically it is superb, and who won’t smile before those dagswains and hoddengreys? Congrats, Alejandro! Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie February 24, 2020 Robert Burns uses “hodden grey” in his most famous poem, “A Man’s a Man for a’ That,” precisely because of its coarseness and lack of color, in order to symbolize the social status: What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, an’ a that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man’s a Man for a’ that. Burns himself would have worn this drab peasant wool in his youth, at Alloway and for most of his Ayrshire period—before he became a Masonic dandy. Reply Monty February 27, 2020 This is a beautiful piece of work, Alej: generally well-written; rich in language; containing strong rhymes; and a refreshingly novel subject-matter. I used the word ‘generally’ ‘coz I feel that L12 either makes no sense to me, or makes no sense full-stop: ‘With admiration’s meanly clad my heart’. Perhaps you could explain. On a smaller scale, I’ve got a hunch (and only a hunch; I’m not confident that I’m right) that the word ‘thought’ in L7 should be either preceded by an ‘a’: ‘..of a thought sublime’ or ‘thought’ be changed to the plural: ‘..of thoughts sublime’. Like I said, it’s only a hunch, and I’m not sure about it; but to me, a person can either have ‘a sublime thought’.. or they can have ‘sublime thoughts’ . . but they can’t have ‘sublime thought’. D’you see what I’m saying? But the above are only enquires, Alej, and they shouldn’t detract from what is a quality poem written with a really light touch. Bravo . . Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.