Gorse : 無料・フリー素材/写真
Gorse / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示-継承 2.1 |
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| 説明 | Definitely a song lyric, not a poem:GORSEChorus:Kissing’s out of fashion when the gorse is out of bloom;Whin flowers brought within a house will bring but death and doom.A dragon’s born within each flower,Each gorse bush is a witch’s bower,And quarreling will staunch a friendship –They shall part, perforce –If one should give another a gift of blooming gorse.He met her on a windswept hillWhere none could see their tryst,And as she turned towards the furzeHe grasped her by the wrist.He kissed her on the handAnd his lust and love confessed;He plucked three yellow flowersAnd he pinned them to her breast.Her eyes were blue as cornflowersAnd she looked into his heart;“O you have given gorse to meAnd ‘twill tear us apart.”He turned and sidled down the hill,Now let your tears begin:She blew the lad a single kissAnd crept within the whin.ChorusAnd when they took her out in chainsAnd tied her to the pyre,They charged her soul with devilryAnd courting demons dire.And every man and woman, childAccused her all as one;She whispered then, “Where are your hearts,And where has my love gone?”They dragged him to the faggotsAnd they made him taste the dust –‘Twas then that he repentedOf his wanton, wayward lust.“I saw her dance with demons,Skyclad, wearing not a stitch!”The flames leapt up the wicker wildly;All the crowd cried, “Witch!”ChorusAnd when the girl was all consumedAnd rendered into ashes,They strung her lover to the poleAnd gave him forty lashes.Then sorely did the lad repentFor loving out of turn;The embers glowed with yellow flames;He sat and watched them burn.He sat and watched them burn, my child,Then went away to liveA lonely life amid the gorse,For no one dared forgive.He died; she came and touched his hand,And as he reached for hers,She impaled his open palmOn a sprig of yellow furze.Source material: The chorus is derived from a variety of folk traditions described in Roy Vickery, A Dictionary of Plant Lore, Oxford, 1995, pp. 156-158, and the opening line is a widespread popular saying. The remainder of the song is the lyricist’s invention. Whin and furze are synonyms for gorse. |
| 撮影日 | 2009-04-02 18:13:49 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
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| カメラ | E8700 , NIKON |
| 露出 | 0.005 sec (1/217) |
| 開放F値 | f/7.4 |