Edouard Manet, Dans la Serre (1879)
In the Conservatory, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
In his heart shall I drive my parasol?
His bourgeois attitude is so arcane,
No longer will I be within his thrall,
I have the tools, his desires to restrain.
Our golden wedding bands are now empty,
Sign of a union now they are apart.
I’m more than happy to accept his plea,
To start to rekindle my hardened heart.
You remain the only man in my life,
Not looking to be another’s chattel.
I desire to be your partner, your wife,
To let my heart be your only castle.
You should avoid title interloper,
And to return to being my lover.