Lucia Rose said:
paola0731 said:Somebody knows something about this book ?True Grace: The Life and Times of an American Princess of St. Martin’s Press.
acdc1 said:Princess Grace was so pretty, even in her middle age! I would have liked to see how she really ended up, and pictures of her with grandchildren, etc. She is one of the most classic ladies.
Jaya said:Princess Grace is remembered & loved more today for one of innumerable reasons.
She lived the poetic life.Her taste reignes supreme because it was lyrical & romantic. It contained symmetry like the pentameter & the simplicity and conciseness of Haiku.
To live the poetic life & to experience and impart it as Princess Grace did in all that she did it one need never have written a verse of poetry but understand that elusive "second circumstance " of life and have the passionate conscientiousness to interpret it.It is a cerebral discipline universally lacking in the world nowadays.
I dedicate to her memory all the poems of Tagore & the sonnets of Shakespeare that were beloved by her.For Princess Grace I ask Sir Derek Jacobi to recite Shakespeare; Percy Bysshe Shelley; John Keats;John Clare;Rupert Brooke; Dylan Thomas.
Strangely though time has passed I do not have to strain to hear Princess Grace's elocution in my ears; gently yielding her mellifluously golden voice at the end of each verse she comprehended that poetry is syllabically important and derived;and that is why Princess Grace leads by example & is unsurpassed in our hearts and memories a quarter century after her passing.
Then it was Barbara Walters! I do hope they rerun that interview for the 25th anniversary this year.
Yes, its morbid but us Yanks get to see so little of Princess Grace, most of whats shown is Actress Grace material.
Jaya said:This poem is dedicated to the memory of the late Princess Grace of Monaco &if I am not mistaken it may have been one of her favourites.
The Star
O Star[the fairest one in sight]
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud-
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and then alone repeat.
Say something!And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit,talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keat's Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks us of a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may take something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
hibou,hibou said:Jaya I found your post with the poem very inspiring so when a friend sent me this work by Henry James on Venice I thought I would post it as it too reminds me of Grace in many ways
Almost everyone interesting, appealing,
melancholy, memorable, odd, seems at one time or another,
after many days and much life,
to have gravitated to Venice by a happy instinct
setting in it and treating it, cherishing it, as a
sort of repository of consolations;
all of which today, for the conscious mind.
is mixed with its air and constitutes it's unwritten history.
The deposed, the defeated, the disenchanted, or even the bored,
have seemed to find there, something that no other place could give
iceflower said:That's a really nice pic, flowerpower, thanks for sharing it!
Here's another pic of Grace at an official event:
Grace in the 1970s
iceflower said:That's a really nice pic, flowerpower, thanks for sharing it!
Here's another pic of Grace at an official event:
Grace in the 1970s