Rue des Beaux-Arts n ° 80- Juillet – Août – Septembre 2022
The Arrest of Oscar Wilde at the Cadogan Hotel He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer
As he gazed at the London skies
Through the Nottingham lace of the curtains
Or was it his bees-winged eyes ?
To the right and before him Pont Street
Did tower in her new built red ,
As hard as the morning gaslight
That shone on his unmade bed ,
“ I want some more hock in my seltzer ,
And Robbie , please give me your hand —
Is this the end or beginning ?
How can I understand ?
“ So you ’ ve brought me the latest Yellow Book :
And Buchan has got in it now :
Approval of what is approved of
Is as false as a well-kept vow .
“ More hock , Robbie — where is the seltzer ?
Dear boy , pull again at the bell !
They are all little better than cretins ,
Though this is the Cadogan Hotel .
“ One astrakhan coat is at Willis ’ s —
Another one ’ s at the Savoy :
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