Joseph Wright of Derby Sir Brooke Boothby
1781
Sir Brooke Boothby
Gerda Mayer
Sir Brooke, reclining by a brook,
How punningly your lines flow
Beside
your namesake. Time has changed
The
leaves to autumn overhead.
You clasp Rousseau.
And all your nature's
heraldry
Is here set out. It is your look -
Voluptuous, thoughtful,
quizzical,
Has puzzled me for many years,
Beloved Sir Brooke.
Two
years ago they cleaned you up.
Still sensuous, you leer the less;
No
longer the seducer but
Hinting of sorrows yet to come,
And pensiveness.
Yet still amused, - you scrutinize
Me as intently as I you.
Dumpy and
old, I've fared the worse.
Will others come when I am gone,
Or be as true?
My very sparkling Brooke, we are
Two centuries and Styx apart.
Yet mirror-imaged our loss
(Your child, my father) and we share
A love for
art.
It would be pleasant if we were
Among the leaves so juxtaposed -
You on the left, I on the right -
That you would flow above me when
The
book was closed.
Gerda Mayer was born in Karlsbad, Czechoslovakia, in 1927 and came to England in 1939. Her publications include Monkey on the Analyst's Couch, a Poetry Book Society recommendation (Ceolfrith Press, 1980), The Candy-Floss Tree, an anthology for young people (with two others: Oxford University Press, 1984) and A Heart Ache of Grass (Peterloo Poets, 1988)
note: The picture was surface cleaned in 1982 which made it altogether lighter but removed Sir B.B's rather rakish appearance. Sir Brooke Boothby is said to have been 'a minor poet, a patron of the arts, and a friend of... Rousseau'. He wrote poems entitled 'Sorrows' on the death of his only child Penelope who died at the age of five.