Rosemounde : 無料・フリー素材/写真
Rosemounde / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
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| 説明 | RosemoundeMadam, shrine of beauty, though I drawThe rounded world with compass and with pen,I find no other woman, without flaw,Whose ruby lips spell pain to mortal men.Yet singeth thou, so jocund, like the birds,And when I your joyful revels see,Like ointment for my wounds are your sweet wordsThough thou wilt give no dalliance to me.For though I weep a barrelful of tears,Yet still my wilful heart is not confounded,Your voice like birdsong in my eager earsLeaves me with the sweetest bliss surrounded,And courtesy my weeping wound must bind,‘Twill never, Rosemounde, be known to thee,For though I swoon with pain, yet thou art blind,And thou wilt give no dalliance to me.No pike was ever poached in sweeter wineThan this love in which I am immersed,As Tristram was Isolde’s, I am thine;With Tristram’s fate likewise my love is cursed.My love shall not grow cold, not ‘til the graveBut like a furnace shall my passion be.Do what you will, my love, I am your slave,Though thou wilt give no dalliance to me.Source material: Song-lyric paraphrase of Geoffrey Chaucer’s ‘Rosemounde’, from ‘Minor Poems’, Giles Watson, 2000.Picture: St Mary; detail from a stained glass window by the workshop of William Morris, Middleton Cheney church, Northamptonshire. |
| 撮影日 | 2009-07-29 14:23:06 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
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| カメラ | E8700 , NIKON |
| 露出 | 0.013 sec (1/76) |
| 開放F値 | f/5.0 |