La Belle Dame sans Merci
by John Keats (The
Poetical Works of John Keats, 1884). |
Gaia:
La Belle Dame sans Merci
with apologies to John Keats |
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O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The
sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing. |
O WHAT can ail thee, citizen,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing. |
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done. |
O what can ail thee, citizen!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done. |
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on
thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too. |
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too. |
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild. |
I met fair Gaia in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild. |
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan. |
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan. |
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song. |
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song. |
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.” |
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.” |
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d
fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four. |
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four. |
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah!
woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s
side. |
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side. |
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they
all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!” |
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!” |
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped
wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side. |
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side. |
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though
the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing. |
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing. |
| Systemic ignorance
is not a valid plea before Gaia's cybernetic law ! |
Spontaneous Initiation of Armageddon: a heartfelt
response to systemic negligence
Unknown Undoing challenge of incomprehensibility of systemic neglect
Systemic Crises as Keys to Systemic Remedies |
