when I met the Queen

(one evening in the royal footsteps)

in a glossy long black glove

I shook the hand of Prince

in a splendid living museum

of that Palace of two Queens

I danced in reddish ball room

where Diana used to with her men

I walked through pretty drawing rooms

but Queen of people's hearts

was neither in the only one

nor in her cosy lofty den

I haven't seen the QUEEN and DUKES

but the saddest people I’ve ever met

Diana took away their royal hearts

and they hadn’t new ones ready yet

Black sheep was on her private island

faraway, silent, harmless, dead

(no blue and yellow drawing rooms

just English lawn such cold and wet)

washed up of all her royal sins

at that time few months snowy White

leaving them all their grayish sorrow

and silenced weapons, finished fight

I took part in a reception at Buckingham Palace few years ago…

I have recalled it when I saw today the picture of a woman in long black gloves…

The similar ones I wore on that occasion.)

picture - Альберт Эдельфельт В ателье художника. Гравюры. 1881 г.
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