Pearl: Part 1 : 無料・フリー素材/写真
Pearl: Part 1 / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
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| 説明 | Book: www.lulu.com/shop/giles-watson/pearl/paperback/product-20...Reading: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU497BZRyHsPearl: Part 1Perfect Pearl – prince pleaser –Clear and clasped in precious gold:Orb of oriental pleasure,Peerless Pearl, whose pulse turned cold,So round, regal, proud and pure,Pearl so smooth and cleanly clad:I judge the gems, and none compare:So still and single, and so sad.Alas, she falls – despite all prayers –On a grassy grave, in ground to rot,I wane and plead, wounded, poor,For my precious pearl without a spot.Since in that spot my pearl sprungIts clasp, I’ve kept my vigil well,For want of it has wrought such wrongThat hope and health are never whole,And while I watch, my heart is wrung,My breaking breast subsides and swells –And yet no sweeter song is sungAs time and torment work their will.I float and flounder, faithless while,Clad in mud, her blood must clotAs mould and soil conspire to spoilMy precious Pearl without a spot.That spot, where spices should be spread,Where riches rot and run to ruin,Should bloom black and blue and redAnd shine and shimmer in the sun.Fruit and flower should never fadeWhere she lies sunk in clods so dun,For grasses grow, though grain seems dead –Else wheat would not to harvest run –As, out of goodness, good begun,So sweet a seed should fail me not:I pray that spices soon shall springFrom that precious Pearl without a spot. By that spot I stood, as I shall tell,And bowed down in an arbour greenIn August at the Lammas bellWhen crooks cut corn, hooked and keen:For on this clump, it coiled and fell,Shadowed with worts of subtle sheen:Gillyflowers, ginger and gromwell,And sprays of peonies between:Most gorgeous grave there’s ever been,And sweeter still, the scent that shotMe through with longing. She lives unseen:My precious Pearl without a spot.Before that spot I wrung my hands,Caught up in clammy cold and care:In hopeless dole my heart was heldThough reason wrestled for my cure.I groaned for her who ground must holdThough Christ spoke comfort at my core:My wretched will wailed to be heard.By flowers I fell – earth held its hoard –The perfumes spread; my heart grew hot.I drowsed, and dreams swooned my headWith my precious Pearl without a spot.Late fourteenth century poem, written in a north-west midland dialect of Middle English, paraphrased by Giles Watson. The original author was almost certainly the same poet who composed Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, since both poems are bound in the same manuscript, and both draw on an older tradition of alliterative verse. In this opening section, there are three particularly noteworthy devices. The first is the extended metaphor of the Pearl itself. Some critics have suggested that the poem is a religious allegory about maidenhood, others affirming that the Pearl is a dead child. It seems equally possible that she is a chaste love who died before she could marry the poet. The second device is the play on the word “spot”, which means “stain” or “sin” in the refrain and “place” when it is applied to the grave. The third is the typically mediaeval emphasis on the conflict between reason and emotion. There are other, radically different paraphrases, including one by J.R.R. Tolkien. |
| 撮影日 | 2012-02-06 21:34:31 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
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| カメラ | PENTAX Optio WG-1 , PENTAX |
| 露出 | 0.25 sec (1/4) |
| 開放F値 | f/3.5 |
| 焦点距離 | 5 mm |