This woman is the subject of a creepy, creepy poem by Robert Browning. It is in the form of a monologue by someone who is probably Alfonso II d'Este, the fifth Duke of Ferrara, to the emissary of the family of his prospective new wife. That’s right, he’s talking about his former now-dead wife to the people he’s trying to convince should give him their daughter. Continue reading
“I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together.”
