In the canon
My Last Duchess
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1842
- Pages
- Pages 2
Showing off his late wife's portrait to a marriage broker, a duke explains with perfect courtesy why her smiles displeased him, and lets slip that he had them stopped.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive.
The blurb, the gist, the why of the day and the work itself are in the app. The first button needs it on this device; the second gets it there.