3 March 2009 | Draft
Gaia: La Belle Dame sans Merci
with apologies to John Keats
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| 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 |
| 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 |
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