I have been occupied lately trimming the ivy away from statuary faces on the fence, the edge of the brick walk, and from the Red Queen who surveys the rock pool, thinking about poetry as I worked. There are certain opposing principles which, to my mind, are always yoked in dynamic balance (or imbalance): classicism/romanticism, [...]
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Unfurling within form
Posted in Alfred Lord Tennyson, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Elizabeth Siddal, form on November 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
12. Submerged in the waters of Lethe
Posted in absinthe, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Art Institute of Chicago, beauty, Catherine, Dante, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Elizabeth Siddal, Emily Bronte, gothic, graveyards, Heathcliff, John Keats, Lethe, love lost, moor, oblivion, opiates, poppies, poverty, Pre-Raphaelites, shadows, symbolism, Victorians, Virginia DeCourcey, tagged graveyards, Heathcliff, symbolism, Virginia DeCourcy on May 18, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sleep, dream, opiates, oblivion. Years in which I read Keats above all others, culminating finally in a visit to his home on the edge of Hampstead Heath. A life surrounded by dark colors, drawn curtains, bottles of cabernet and candlelight. Solitary hours in a moonlit garden, midnight excursions to graveyards, daylong pilgrimages to the Symbolist [...]









