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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Left on Table 5
This postcard:
On the back is written:
Come live with me and be my love
and we will to the nations prove,
that when the foundations are laid bare,
the love of Christ settles there.
And with that love, my love, we can build it together! come with me!
I must report that the person who left that postcard has plagiarised Christopher Marlowe's poem "A Passionate Shepherd to his Love," which I will recount here:
COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks 5 And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair linèd slippers for the cold, 15 With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love. 20
Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing 25 For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love.
Oh, Anon and on . . . always some fuddy-duddy wanting to rain on some romantic's parade! Don't you understand? He (or maybe she) wasn't stealing anything - they were giving poetry it's rightful place in life! They were taking it out of the stodgy old books and putting it right there in the middle of human passion! I think the card is brilliant and I'm pround to have it on the counter!
I must report that the person who left that postcard has plagiarised Christopher Marlowe's poem "A Passionate Shepherd to his Love," which I will recount here:
ReplyDeleteCOME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks 5
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies, 10
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold, 15
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love. 20
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing 25
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Oh, Anon and on . . . always some fuddy-duddy wanting to rain on some romantic's parade! Don't you understand? He (or maybe she) wasn't stealing anything - they were giving poetry it's rightful place in life! They were taking it out of the stodgy old books and putting it right there in the middle of human passion! I think the card is brilliant and I'm pround to have it on the counter!
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