This will take longer to get thru than the song. We watched a fictionalized biopic, "Cyrano, My Love," about the writing of Edmond Rostand's most famous play, "Cyrano de Bergerac"
Rostand was an interesting guy. Read thru his Wikipedia page. Kind of backward-looking as far as the artistic trends of his day. I like that. He lived thru the end of the great nation states of late 19th century Europe, and died during the Great Influenza.
So with the pandemic link, and the week one challenge, a kind of wistful dirge was a no-brainer. He looks like a bit of a toff in the photos I've seen of him, so I kind of wrote it as one toff to another.
Every day, the world disappears.
Fin de siécle, Edmond.
Disappointment comes with the years,
losing what we had before.
Erudition, honor, panache.
"mene tekel," Edmond.
Empire, privilege, gone in the flash,
the terrible joy of war.
Tu m'as manqué, mon ami!
Your passion strong but your lungs too weak.
Yet through the hundred years we speak
the rhyme of your poetry.
Rhymes of history, 1918.
Stories are fickle, Edmond.
Influenza. No vaccine