Hi Robin
It's actually not The Lady of Shallot - does she say it? - and you mangle
his rhythm dreadfully! I can remember this one:
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse has come upon me!' cried
The Lady of Shallot.
The one I'm thinking of goes something like this, at the end of every
stanza:
I am a-weary, a-weary, oh I am weary she said
I am a-weary a-weary, I would that I were dead.
Which kind of qualifies as going on a bit, although personally I have days
like that.
I'm pretty sure it's Maude who is so weary, though I could have mixed up two
poems.
_Suppressed_ sexual imagery? Quite a lot of it - like Goblin Market - is
kind of all on the surface, surely?
All the best
A
On 4/1/05 3:38 PM, "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> "The Lady of Shallot" -- 'Oh I am aweary, and would that I were dead!"
>
> ... looking into the mirror crack'd from side to side ...
>
> {Lusting after Lancelot}
>
> R.
>
> (The amount of Victorian suppressed sexual imagery, not just in "Goblin
> Market", is quite incredubble.)
>
> You couldn't get away with it, even in cable today, in Dubya's America:
>
> "The curse has come upon me!"
> Said the Lady of Shallot.
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