I am a thorn: beneath the nail

Disband the canon. Appraise the things you were told have significance. Read for yourself.

Poetry does not begin with the Canterbury Tales, not with the Odyssey, not even with Genesis. It begins, says Robert Graves in The White Goddess, with the Song of Amergin, an ancient Celtic calendar-alphabet.

I am the womb: of every holt,

I am the blaze: on every hill,

I am the queen: of every hive,

I am the shield: for every head,

I am the tomb: of every hope.

(Stanza III)

What are you, writer?



      1. The sun of hope rose after dark.
        And smiled the same day, on the other side of the world.
        thanks a lot, !!! you also from whole heart. start nice weeks and great start !!!!(se/nz((((*L*)))

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  1. The variation of the poem you posted is very beautiful, but bares scant resemblance to the original. It was so divergent, in fact, that Hilda Ellis Davidson (a scholar of poetry) remarked that Graves had “misled many innocent readers with his eloquent but deceptive statements about a nebulous goddess in early Celtic literature.”

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    1. Translations, especially in poetry, rarely map linguistically to original works. To do so neglects the poetry in the poem. Do you think, in his essay, Graves was looking to uncover things about poetry’s magic rather than the historical interpretation of myth?

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