Dialogues without Words (2)

Josephine

Just once I saw her, Josephine,
one face among the crowd, my eyes,
unwarned, were drawn to her in all
that loud mélange. A gathering
I’d chanced upon whilst visiting 
a friend, a… person I had come to know;
a family reunion of some kind. But they barked
non-stop, they argued. A real smugglers’ den.
I had not much in common with
that hurly-burly clan.

                            A certain beauty
clung to her as it does to some, I know,
though years go by and leave their mark.
Her hair, still full, waltzed round her neck
with every dancing move, and I wondered at such
full and flowing locks which imped around
– I now could see – an amply tricked-out face…

                            Yes, beauty clings
to some, I know. But then, through what? Some noble
grace of being, consort of the first fine flowering,
outwardly and inwardly possessed, that echoes on
in such a soul? I like to think that’s so.

                            But Josie – no.
With Josie it had gone another way; what now remained
unfashioned by an inner grace or quietude of being.
She glanced at me, the stranger guest, and not just
once or twice, her heavily black-bordered eyes
in a struggle to look bright. And then, those
passive lips; coquettishness still angling from within
an all too sensuous self; within – it saddened me – the wreck
where splendid beauty once had been. A haggard beauty, now,
was Josephine.

                            I made excuses,
left the crowd as soon as courtesy would brook.
And as I stood back from the door became recipient
of one final, questing look.



Note: Modelled on an incident mentioned in the correspondence of General Sir Charles William Geoffrey Estcourt, C.B., in a letter to his sister Harriet dated February 12th, 1789. The encounter with ‘Josephine’ took place earlier during that year at St. Philippe-des-Baines, Cote d’Azur, Mediterranean coast of France, where the General was recuperating after service in British India. [From the narrative of Stephen Vincent Benét].

From ‘Of Goddesses and Women’

6 thoughts on “Dialogues without Words (2)

  1. A wonderfully descriptive poem full of life, movement and a poignancy which stays with the reader long after the poem has been read. The question, “Yes, beauty clings to some, I know. But then, through what?” is a haunting one, which leads me to want to know more about the woman in question and to return to the poem again and again.

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    1. Thank you, Jacydo. Your comments are always appreciated. From more in the General’s letters to Harriet, it transpires that Josephine was married to a French artillery officer on half-pay.

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  2. A sensitive and thoughtful appraisal of an ageing beauty seen in a chance encounter. A beautifully nuanced cameo which gives insight into both of their characters, and conveys the sense of regret felt by both. Very thought provoking Dafydd, diolch am rannu.

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    1. Thank you, Gill. In more of the General’s correspondence with his sister, we find that Josephine was married to a French artillery major – a promising tactician, but whose promotion had been quite wrongly overlooked. It’s difficult not to feel a bit sorry for her – and for him.

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    1. Thank you, Eira. Glad you liked it. I think it will be a surprise to some that the event took place over 220 years ago.

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