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?

 

9 Comments

      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*)))

        Liked by 1 person

  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.”

    Liked by 1 person

    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?

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s