Die neue Premierministerin hat die Königin noch ernannt, Boris Johnson den Hosenbandorden zu verleihen, ist ihr erspart geblieben. Vielleicht verleiht der König Charles dem Boris den Orden auch nicht, honi soit qui mal y pense. In siebzig Jahre auf dem Thron hat Elizabeth Premierminister kommen und gehen sehen. Als sie einsam und alleine ihren Ehemann betrauerte, war ihr Premierminister Boris Johnson bei irgendeiner Party. Die deutsche Außenministerin twitterte nach dem Tod von Elizabeth: Wir trauern mit unseren britischen Freund*innen um Queen Elizabeth II. Sie war für ihr Land fast 100 Jahre lang Quelle der Stärke und Zuversicht. Deutschland bleibt ihr ewig dankbar, dass sie uns nach dem Terror des Zweiten Weltkriegs die Hand zur Versöhnung gereicht hat. Das mit desem albernen Gendersternchen musste wohl sein.
Das englische Königshaus hat seit Jahren auch einen Twitter Account. Da schrieb gestern der neue König: The death of my beloved Mother, Her Majesty The Queen, is a moment of the greatest sadness for me and all members of my family. We mourn profoundly the passing of a cherished Sovereign and a much-loved Mother. I know her loss will be deeply felt throughout the country, the Realms and the Commonwealth, and by countless people around the world. During this period of mourning and change, my family and I will be comforted and sustained by our knowledge of the respect and deep affection in which The Queen was so widely held.
Der Hofdichter Simon Armitage hat im Juni des Jahres ein Gedicht zum Platinum Jubilee der Queen veröffentlicht, das den Ttel Queenhood hat. Es findet sich aif der Seite des Königshauses. Ich glaube, es ist ein Gedicht, das heute hier stehen sollte:
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An old-fashioned word, coined in a bygone world. 
I declare before you all that my whole life, whether it be long or short, shall be devoted to your service and the service of our great Imperial family to which we all belong, hat sie mit einundzwanzig Jahren in Südafrika gesagt. Ein Journalist hatte ihr die Rede für die Rundfunkansprache an das Commonwealth geschrieben. Sie hat alles wahr gemacht, was sie gesagt hat. Und hat ihr ganzes Leben mit Stil und Würde dem Commonwalth gewidmet, obgleich das Commonwealth kleiner geworden ist in dieser langen Zeit. Als sie 1947 heiratete, schrieb der damalige Hofdichter John Masefield:
It is a taking hold and a letting go,
girlhood left behind like a favourite toy,
girlhood left behind like a favourite toy,
irreversible step over invisible brink.
A new frock will be made, which is a country
A new frock will be made, which is a country
hemmed with the white lace of its shores,
and here is a vast garden of weald and wold,
mountain and fell, lake, loch, cwm.
It is constancy and it is change:
the age of clockwork morphs into digital days,
It is constancy and it is change:
the age of clockwork morphs into digital days,
but the song of the blackbird remains the same.
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Queenhood: a long winding procession
from the abbey door to the abbey door.
Queenhood: vows taken among bibles and blades,
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Queenhood: a long winding procession
from the abbey door to the abbey door.
Queenhood: vows taken among bibles and blades,
beneath braided banners and heralding horns;
the anointment of hand, breast, head, with oil
of cinnamon, orange, musk and rose; promises
sworn in secret under tented gold
so daylight won’t frighten the magic away,
too sacred by far for the camera to see.
It is an undressing first then a dressing up,
a shedding of plain white cloth then the putting on
of a linen gown and the supertunica – dazzling gold foil
the anointment of hand, breast, head, with oil
of cinnamon, orange, musk and rose; promises
sworn in secret under tented gold
so daylight won’t frighten the magic away,
too sacred by far for the camera to see.
It is an undressing first then a dressing up,
a shedding of plain white cloth then the putting on
of a linen gown and the supertunica – dazzling gold foil
lined with crimson silk. Man will walk
on the moon, great elms will fail and fall.
But a knife’s still a knife. A fork’s still a fork.
III
So the emblems and signs of royalty are produced:
on the moon, great elms will fail and fall.
But a knife’s still a knife. A fork’s still a fork.
III
So the emblems and signs of royalty are produced:
the gilded spurs; the blued steel sword – like a sliver
of deep space drawn from the scabbard of night –
to punish and protect; bracelets to each wrist,
to punish and protect; bracelets to each wrist,
sincerity and wisdom – both armour and bond.
Love is still love is still love, and war is war.
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Love is still love is still love, and war is war.
IV
And indestructible towers will atomise in a blink.
The God particle will be flushed from its hiding place.
The God particle will be flushed from its hiding place.
The sound barrier will twang with passenger planes.
Civilisation will graft its collected thoughts
onto silicon wafers, laureates will pass through court . . .
onto silicon wafers, laureates will pass through court . . .
But Taurus, the bull, on its heavenly tour,
will breach the same horizon at the given hour.
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Queenhood: it is the skies, it is also the soil
of the land. It is life behind glass walls
and fortified stones. Robe and stole are lifted
onto your shoulders – both shield and yoke.
will breach the same horizon at the given hour.
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Queenhood: it is the skies, it is also the soil
of the land. It is life behind glass walls
and fortified stones. Robe and stole are lifted
onto your shoulders – both shield and yoke.
Motherhood and womanhood will be taken as read.
‘Multitasking’ will be canonised as a new word.
VI
It is an honouring, but also an honour.
In the flare and blur of an old film
ghostly knights and chess-piece bishops deliver
the unearthly orb, with its pearled equator
and polished realms, into your open palm;
and pass you the sceptre and rod of mercy
and justice, one bearing the cross, one plumed
with a white dove; and load your fourth finger
with a ring that makes you the nation’s bride;
and offer the white kid glove with its scrollwork tattoo
VI
It is an honouring, but also an honour.
In the flare and blur of an old film
ghostly knights and chess-piece bishops deliver
the unearthly orb, with its pearled equator
and polished realms, into your open palm;
and pass you the sceptre and rod of mercy
and justice, one bearing the cross, one plumed
with a white dove; and load your fourth finger
with a ring that makes you the nation’s bride;
and offer the white kid glove with its scrollwork tattoo
of thistles and shamrocks, oak leaves and acorns;
then finally furnish your head with the crown –
then finally furnish your head with the crown –
jewelled with history, dense with glory –
both owned and loaned at the same time.
both owned and loaned at the same time.
Do those burnished relics still hold
the fingerprints of a twenty-seven-year-old?
VII
A priceless freight for a young woman to bear,
the fingerprints of a twenty-seven-year-old?
VII
A priceless freight for a young woman to bear,
but, draped and adorned, a monarch walks forward
into the sideways weather of oncoming years.
And the heavy cargoes of church and state
lighten with each step, syrupy old gold
transmuted to platinum, alchemy redefined.
And the heavy cargoes of church and state
lighten with each step, syrupy old gold
transmuted to platinum, alchemy redefined.
Queenhood: it is law and lore, the dream life
and the documentary, a truthful fantasy.
For generations we will not know such majesty.
and the documentary, a truthful fantasy.
For generations we will not know such majesty.
To those dear lands, still calling Britain 'Home',
The Crown is still the link with Britain's past,
The consecrated thing that must outlast
Folly and hate and other human foam.
To those, as to ourselves, this marriage-time
Summons all hearts from their accustomed ways
To pray that hidden strengths, supreme, sublime,
May from their glory bless this couple's days.
To pray, that She, our future Queen, may hear
Through many happy years, the bells rejoice,
Telling of People glad, a Sovereign dear,
A Land restored, a Purpose again clear,
With wind-delighting clamour of glad voice.
Die Hoffnung, die der Dichter, und vielleicht auch ganz England, zwei Jahre nach dem Krieg in die zukünftige Königin setzte, ist wahr geworden.
Ich bin natürlich Royalist, das wissen Sie. Rolf Seelmann-Eggebert, der früher notorisch über die Queen berichtete, hat gesagt, dass er kein Royalist sei. Die ARD hat aber trotzdem noch eine ✺ Sendung von ihm hervorgekramt. Nein, ich bin Royalist, seit mir König Frederik von Dänemark die Hand geschüttelt hat. Die Königin Elizabeth habe ich 1958 in Amsterdam und 1965 in Hamburg gesehen, mit Philip war ich einmal in einem Raum und bewunderte seine weinroten Schuhe, die dieselbe Farbe hatten, wie der royale Daimler vor dem Haus. Wenn Sie noch mehr von der königlichen Familie wissen wollen, dann kann ich folgende Posts anbieten: Prince Philip ✝, Eiserne Hochzeit, Queen, Besucher, Hofdichter: Gott schütze die Königin, Morning Coat, Lisbeth, Queen, Teckel & Corgwn, Honi Soit, Royal Wedding, Theodor Heuss
The Crown is still the link with Britain's past,
The consecrated thing that must outlast
Folly and hate and other human foam.
To those, as to ourselves, this marriage-time
Summons all hearts from their accustomed ways
To pray that hidden strengths, supreme, sublime,
May from their glory bless this couple's days.
To pray, that She, our future Queen, may hear
Through many happy years, the bells rejoice,
Telling of People glad, a Sovereign dear,
A Land restored, a Purpose again clear,
With wind-delighting clamour of glad voice.
Die Hoffnung, die der Dichter, und vielleicht auch ganz England, zwei Jahre nach dem Krieg in die zukünftige Königin setzte, ist wahr geworden.
Ich bin natürlich Royalist, das wissen Sie. Rolf Seelmann-Eggebert, der früher notorisch über die Queen berichtete, hat gesagt, dass er kein Royalist sei. Die ARD hat aber trotzdem noch eine ✺ Sendung von ihm hervorgekramt. Nein, ich bin Royalist, seit mir König Frederik von Dänemark die Hand geschüttelt hat. Die Königin Elizabeth habe ich 1958 in Amsterdam und 1965 in Hamburg gesehen, mit Philip war ich einmal in einem Raum und bewunderte seine weinroten Schuhe, die dieselbe Farbe hatten, wie der royale Daimler vor dem Haus. Wenn Sie noch mehr von der königlichen Familie wissen wollen, dann kann ich folgende Posts anbieten: Prince Philip ✝, Eiserne Hochzeit, Queen, Besucher, Hofdichter: Gott schütze die Königin, Morning Coat, Lisbeth, Queen, Teckel & Corgwn, Honi Soit, Royal Wedding, Theodor Heuss
