On the toast of the monarch
Was the test of the day
On the tradition of millennia
Was the shift to the people
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‘Relics old sigh cold/Of the warmth of the royalty’… Excuse me Sir relic [Something of sentimental value or antiquity] sighing and warm royalty…? 'polarization'…may be poetically needed…inside Queen stays buckled with flow of blue blood…may be sighs comes form there…and warmth is nothing but protocol…where smothered feeling I think its unhappy B. Day what you’ve sarcastically portrayed… Nice diction 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
Very interesting, you have picked this poem for comment. I was one of the participants in the ceremony so the flavor of a eulogy in this poem. The monarch’s wiseness in giving power to the people and the birth of parliament, avoiding revolutions, is all political science and history. So there is praise [guarded] for the Queen, and the warmth. The lines you have picked refer to the hollowness of the institution and its absurdity which you are referring to. In another poem, I have passingly referred to this event as this Enter the Flame Eulogy of the Queen’s birth Champaign was water in Pims Here, it refers that no Champaign was served, and a kind of drink called pims was served which shows the monarch’s decline. C C niv