In the Loge, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Cassatt-In the loge

Mary Cassatt, In the Loge (1878)


In the Loge, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Rue de Richelieu is a pleasant walk,
When attending Comedie Français.
Attendance and attire will be the talk,
As around the loge, glasses peer their way.

This game quasi-gentleman like to play,
They’re on safari looking for a prize.
For man’s trophy are willing to betray,
Long friendships with multitude of lies.

I feel the voyeur’s eyes upon my neck,
Though covered myself fully head to toe.
In public woman can’t expect respect,
This is not to say that all men are foe.

A Man who by love alone will be joined,
Always chosen over marriage purloined.





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Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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