Ваша оценкаThis was the title poem of William Morris's most renowned collection, "The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems", originally published in 1858. The Arthurian setting permitted Morris to discuss issues of love and sexual desire with a forthrightness uncommon in Victorian literature. Later Morris's poetry would be embraced by the Imagists; for example, in 1929 when William Butler Yeats met with Ezra Pound he read The Defence of Guenevere "with great wonder."
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Аноним11 сентября 2012 г.Читать далее"I was half mad with beauty on that day,
And went without my ladies all alone,
In a quiet garden walled round every way;"I was right joyful of that wall of stone,
That shut the flowers and trees up with the sky,
And trebled all the beauty: to the bone,"Yea right through to my heart, grown very shy
With weary thoughts, it pierced, and made me glad;Все прерафаэлиты увлекались легендами о короле Артуре, Уильям Моррис же особенно.
Гвиневру, жену короля Артура, обвиняли в измене с Ланселотом, и в "Защите Гвиневры" Уильям Моррис дает слово своей главной героине. От первого лица мы узнаем о жизни королевы, ее отношениях с Ланселотом, ее мечтах, чувствах, желаниях. Она объявляет себя невинной, и в страстной речи произносит очень убедительные слова в свою защиту.
Прекрасные, мощные стихи от интереснейшего поэта и писателя, теоретика и практика изобразительных искусств, художника и родоначальника современного дизайна.
Моррис создал одновременно два портрета Гвиневры - поэтический, на мой взгляд более сильный, и художественный, тоже очень интересный. Так много еще непрочитанного у Морриса. Его дизайнами я увлекаюсь давно, и очень рада, что наконец-то открыла его для себя как поэта.29289
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- Аноним18 августа 2012 г.
"'Setter of traps, I pray you guard your head,
By God I am so glad to fight with you,
Stripper of ladies, that my hand feels lead"'For driving weight; hurrah now! draw and do,
For all my wounds are moving in my breast,
And I am getting mad with waiting so.'10725 - Аноним18 августа 2012 г.Читать далее
But shortly listen: In that garden fair
"Came Launcelot walking; this is true, the kiss
Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day,
I scarce dare talk of the remember'd bliss,"When both our mouths went wandering in one way,
And aching sorely, met among the leaves;
Our hands being left behind strained far away."Never within a yard of my bright sleeves
Had Launcelot come before: and now so nigh!
After that day why is it Guenevere grieves?"Nevertheless you, O Sir Gauwaine, lie,
Whatever happened on through all those years,
God knows I speak truth, saying that you lie.10638 - Аноним18 августа 2012 г.
"I was half mad with beauty on that day,
And went without my ladies all alone,
In a quiet garden walled round every way;"I was right joyful of that wall of stone,
That shut the flowers and trees up with the sky,
And trebled all the beauty: to the bone,"Yea right through to my heart, grown very shy
With weary thoughts, it pierced, and made me glad;10557
