Schloβ Solitude (rev.) by Ralph Weld
Charles Eugene, Duke of Württemberg, built Schloβ Solitude
on top of a hill surrounded by meadows where the air is clear
with cottages and horses, apples and pears,
for guests to stay the summer in.
Tourists today pay to see that classic life
of Baroque style living where artists create
in the cool, crisp air of solitude’s space,
and cigarettes and alcohol, and beneficent grace.
Did those painters and sculptors, poets and musicians,
those guests of the Duke from the ends of creation,
and the one’s today escaped from their frustrations,
come to stand on one of the big balconies,
to look at the city of Weilimdorf below
and laugh to themselves with an upturned nose?