Woman of Seine:
What were your problems?
How can it be,
That your death
Inspired hundreds for years?
What thoughts did you carry?
And what burdens on your shoulders?
What brought you to such
Beauty
In death?
Did you jump, Woman of Seine?
Did you fall?
Why were you there?
Why was no one enough,
For you to live on?
What sadness tinges your features,
What peace on your face?
Are you happier now, Woman of Seine?
Do you keep your beauty
In the afterlife?
Or is it stripped,
By lack of sadness, peace, fear?
Are you beautiful with your eyes open?
Are you still pretty when you are not
Shrouded in mystery,
Fame birthed by your death.
What did you want, Woman of Seine?
What did we take from you,
By changing who you are,
To fit our art?
How did you find peace,
Or are you still wandering?
Did you ever have dreams,
For when you were older, Woman of Seine?
Did you have a party next week?
A birthday in a few months?
Why were you unhappy,
And why did no one save you?
Did they not understand you?
No one today can ever hope to understand you
Now.
Who knew you, Woman of Seine?
Who are you now?
