"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Sunday, November 30, 2025

Pre-Raphaelite Poetry & Paintings

John William Waterhouse - The Lady of Shalott

Compiled by R.E. Slater 

Pre-Raphaelite poetry is characterized by its pictorial quality, using vivid, detailed language to create "pictures with words," and was heavily influenced by the visual art movement of the same name. Key themes include romantic love, artistic inspiration, and sexuality, often approached with an emphasis on sensory experience, realism, and a nostalgic medievalism. Prominent poets include the Rossetti siblings, Christina and Dante Gabriel (The Blessed Damozel), as well as William Morris (The Defence of Guenevere) and Algernon Charles Swinburne (poems by ACS). 

Ophelia by John Everett Millais (Elizabeth Siddal is the model)

Dream Land
by Christina Rossetti

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.


Joan of Arc (1882) by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

William Holman Hunt, The Hireling Shepherd (1851-1852)

John Everett Millais, Christ in the House of His Parents
(The Carpenter’s Shop), 1849-50.

William Holman Hunt, The Finding of the Saviour in the Temple (1854/1855)

An Introduction to the Pre-Raphaelites
National Museums Liverpool

The Pre-Raphaelites: From Rebellion to Ophelia’s Beauty
HENI Talks

What Is Pre-Raphaelite Art?

Pre-Raphaelite paintings differ from the art of Raphael by rejecting idealized figures for realism, using vibrant colors instead of muted tones, and exploring complex human emotions and social themes. Raphael's art (High Renaissance) emphasized idealized forms, balanced compositions, and a more restrained palette, while the Pre-Raphaelites focused on the "real," often through highly detailed depictions of nature, literature, and social issues.

Feature        Pre-Raphaelite paintingsRaphael's paintings
StyleRealistic, detailed, with sharp focus on detail and often a flatter perspectiveIdealized, balanced, with an emphasis on symmetry and classical composition
Subject matterLiterary, mythological, and social themes; complex emotions like love, death, and passionReligious, mythological, and historical subjects; often more stoic and idealized
ColorBold, vibrant, and jewel-toned colors, often applied to a white background to make them "pop"Muted and more limited color palettes, characteristic of the High Renaissance
FiguresRealistic figures, often with psychological depth and flawsIdealized, perfect, and often "sterilized" figures, with less emphasis on flaws
InspirationMedieval art, late medieval and early Renaissance art "before Raphael"High Renaissance, Classical antiquity, and mythological history
Approach to natureDeeply admired and frequently featured with botanical accuracy and intricate realismOften used as a backdrop rather than the focus; more emphasis on human figures and architecture
REFERENCES

Narrative Article by Robert Wilkes
 - Pre-Raphaelites in Cornwall


The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (PRB), later known as the Pre-Raphaelites, was a group of English painters, poets, and art critics, founded in 1848 by William Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, William Michael Rossetti, James Collinson, Frederic George Stephens and Thomas Woolner who formed a seven-member "Brotherhood" partly modelled on the Nazarene movement.[1] The Brotherhood was only ever a loose association and their principles were shared by other artists and poets of the time, including Algernon Charles Swinburne, William Morris, Ford Madox Brown, Arthur Hughes and Marie Spartali Stillman. Later followers of the principles of the Brotherhood included Edward Burne-Jones and John William Waterhouse.

The group sought a return to the abundant detail, intense colours and complex compositions of Quattrocento Italian art. They rejected what they regarded as the mechanistic approach first adopted by Mannerist artists who succeeded Raphael and Michelangelo. The Brotherhood believed the Classical poses and elegant compositions of Raphael in particular had been a corrupting influence on the academic teaching of art, hence the name "Pre-Raphaelite". In particular, the group objected to the influence of Sir Joshua Reynolds, founder of the English Royal Academy of Arts, whom they called "Sir Sloshua". To the Pre-Raphaelites, according to William Michael Rossetti, "sloshy" meant "anything lax or scamped in the process of painting ... and hence ... any thing or person of a commonplace or conventional kind". The group associated their work with John Ruskin, an English critic whose influences were driven by his religious background. Christian themes were abundant.

The group continued to accept the concepts of history painting and mimesis, imitation of nature, as central to the purpose of art. The Pre-Raphaelites defined themselves as a reform movement, created a distinct name for their form of art, and published a periodical, The Germ, to promote their ideas. The group's debates were recorded in the Pre-Raphaelite Journal. The Brotherhood separated after almost five years.

The Ruthless Beauty by John William Waterhouse (1893)

La Belle Dame sans Merci (A Ballad)
The Beautiful Lady without Mercy - Analysis

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
       Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
       And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
       So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
       And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
       With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
       Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
       Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
       And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
       And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
       And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
       And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
       A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
       And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
       ‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
       And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
       With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
       And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
       On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
       Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
       Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
       With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
       On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
       Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
       And no birds sing.


Based on Alain Chartier's 1424 poem, La Belle Dame sans Merci,
painted by John William Waterhouse (1893)

Comparison of Ballads

John Keats's La Belle Dame sans Merci, is a dark ballad about a knight who is enchanted and then abandoned by a mysterious, supernatural woman. The poem explores themes of love's consuming and destructive power, the danger of obsession, and the spiritual death that follows abandonment. The narrative, presented as a dialogue between a poet and a knight, uses vivid imagery of nature, a hauntingly simple ballad form, and unsettling allusions to death to create a story of profound loss and disillusionment.

Whereas Alain Chartier's La Belle Dame sans Merci, is a 15th-century French poem about a devoted lover who is repeatedly rejected by the "beautiful lady without mercy" despite his pleas, compliments, and threats. The poem explores themes of courtly love, linguistic failure, and the frustration of unfulfilled desire, and its portrayal of a merciless woman generated controversy at the time. Its title later inspired John Keats's famous 19th-century ballad of the same name.

In brief summary, Keats borrows the evocative title and the core concept of the femme fatale from Chartier but reinterprets the story using the traditional English ballad form to explore Romantic themes of imagination, despair, and the clash between an ideal world and harsh reality.

Structural and Formal Differences

Feature Keats's "La Belle Dame sans Merci" (1819)Chartier's "La Belle Dame Sans Mercy" (1424)
FormTraditional English balladLong courtly poem (100 stanzas)
Structure12 quatrains (four-line stanzas)Octaves (eight-line stanzas of octosyllables)
Rhyme SchemeABCBComplex, consistent octave rhyme scheme (not fully preserved in modern English translation)
MeterPrimarily iambic tetrameter for the first three lines, iambic dimeter for the fourth line, creating a "dying fall" effectConsistent octosyllabic lines
LanguageEnglish (Romantic era)Middle French (le moyen français)

Film - My Oxford Year



Quotes from "My Oxford Year"

Before reading any further I strongly suggest
viewing the film on Netflix so that the material
below can be real, probing, and fresh. And then,
after viewing the film, should this page be read.

- re slater


Poetry Observations

"Poetry should be a lived, felt, and life-changing experience,
rather than just a subject of study." - Anna

"To truly experience a poem, you need to feel it."

"A poem is alive, it has a voice."

"Poetry should be lived... Let it in; allow it to change your life."

"Reading poetry is a conversation of feeling between two people.
It shouldn't answer anything, it should only create more questions,
like any good conversation."

---

Film Quotes & Observations
"It turns out, the act of making a choice, of choosing a path, doesn't mean the other path disappears. It just means that it will forever run parallel to the one you're on. It means you have to live with knowing what you gave up."

"I came to Oxford looking for a Once-in-a-Lifetime Experience. [At some point,] I chose to experience a lifetime."
:This is a quiet encouragement to say “yes” more frequently to life events. To take the risk of failing or falling. To live without the nagging what-ifs of inaction.
"Just because something is fleeting doesn’t mean it’s not meaningful."
:Some moments are not meant to last - but that does not make them any less real.
"You never know the choice you make is right or wrong ‘til you make it. What matters is they are yours to make."

"This is the messiness of life, and as an annoyingly brilliant man once told me, these are the best bits."
:The chaos, the curveballs, the heartbreaks - they are never meaningless detours. They are the story of lives mending, molding, becoming.
"You’re not obligated to be the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or even a day ago. You’re allowed to grow. You’re allowed to change."
“Sometimes the hardest thing isn’t letting go but learning to start over."
:Letting go is an ending. Starting over is a beginning. And beginnings can be terrifyingly scary and brave at the same time.
"We don’t get to choose our circumstances, but we do get to choose how we respond to them."

"Love doesn’t always come in convenient, easy packages. Sometimes, it’s messy and painful and complicated."
"You can’t stop the future from coming, but you can choose what you do with the time you have."
"Love doesn’t have to last a lifetime to be real."
:Some loves are short stories, not novels. But they are no less true. No less affecting. No less moving.

"You should never regret the things you do. You should only regret the things that you don't do."
"I have no expectation of forgiveness, nor do I, arguably, deserve it, but I do know that I acted without malice and my idiocy was nothing more than that. Sheer idiocy." - Jamie
"A well-lived life might come at a price, but bugger me if it's not worth every penny."

"Life is unpredictable. It's okay for things to not go as planned;  ... and growth can happen inside of the messy-middle."

"Taking risks. Taking chances. Stepping outside of your comfort zone. Each can lead to memorable and rewarding experiences."

"Living in the moment: Finding joy in the small, everyday moments is important, even without a clear plan."
"Accepting what is.... Some things are not meant to be forever, and it's important to accept the present moment and find happiness in love and connection where you can."

[ SPOILERS ... SPOILERS ... SPOILERS ]

My Oxford Year | Anna and Jamie Love Montage
featuring Coldplay | Netflix

My Oxford Year | Official Trailer
Netflix

Anna and Jamie

“’Tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam A.H.H."

“I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.”
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Maud"

“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses"

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.
Live the life you have imagined.”
 - Henry David Thoreau, "Walden"

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Henry David Thoreau, "Journal" (1851)

“There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
Henry David Thoreau,  "Journal" (1839)

"Forever is composed of now's."
- Emily Dickinson

In the end, Anna's Oxford year was more than a needs-fulfillment chapter of her life abroad before settling down into an esteemed lifetime career, but a personal re-awakening. A reminder that love, even when fleeting, reshapes us more deeply than mere safety and security ever could. She learned that loss is not the opposite of love but its proof, and that a life is measured less by the plans we make than by the moments we dare to embrace. To have loved and lost is still to have lived bravely. To choose one’s own path, even through grief, is to step confidently toward a life once un-imagined. And though nothing lasts in the way we might wish, everything matters in the way it changes us - leaving us wiser, softer, and ready to begin again across the sorrow and grief that holds us. - re slater

 

Friday, November 28, 2025

Ancient Egyptian Love Poetry


Romance Along the Nile


All poems may be found here - Egyptian love poetry link



The Golden Goddess

My beloved stirs my heart with his voice,
He causes illness to seize me...
My mother is right in commanding me:
“Avoid seeing him.”
But, my heart is smitten by his memory,
My love for him has seized me.
Look, he is a fool
But I am just like him.
He does not know my desire to embrace him,
He does (not) send word to my mother.
Oh, my beloved! I am destined for you,
By the Golden (Goddess) of Women.



Qenamun and His Wife, Tomb of Qenamun, New Kingdom (ca. 1390-1352 BCE)


A Wife Embracing Her Husband

How knowing is my beloved in tossing the lasso,
(But) she draws no cattle.
Her hair is the lasso she tosses at me.
With her eye(s), she beckons me,
With her finery, she binds me,
Her ring is her brand.



Restoration of Decorated Doorway to North Chapel,
Tomb of Puyemre, New Kingdom (ca. 1479-1458 BCE)


A Decorated Doorway

I pass by his house,
Finding its door open.
My beloved stands beside his mother,
His siblings all around him.
He looks at me as I pass,
(But) I alone rejoice.
Had his mother known my heart,
She would have gone inside for a moment.
O Golden One, put that in her heart,
so I may hurry to my beloved,
and kiss him before his companions!



New Kingdom (ca. 1400-1352 BCE)


A Beautifully Adorned Woman

The love of my beloved is there, on the (other) side,
The river swallows my body.
Nun (flood) is strong in (this) season,
(And) a crocodile is waiting on the sandbank.
(Still) I go down to the water,
Wading through the waves . . .
The crocodile, I find, is like a mouse,
The floodwaters like land under my feet.
It is her love that makes me strong,
So she will cast a water-spell for me.
And I will see the one whom my heart loves,
Standing right before me.



Hunting Scene, Tomb of Ineni, New Kingdom (ca. 1550-1470 BCE)


Antelopes Fleeing a Hunter and his Dog

Would that you come to your beloved,
Swiftly as a gazelle,
Leaping across the desert,
Its legs racing,
Its limbs weary,
Its body riddled with fear.
The hunter is behind it, a dog at his side,
(But) they cannot (even) see its dust...



Offerings of a Chariot and Horse, Tomb of Userhat, New Kingdom (ca. 1427-1400 BCE)


Prancing Horse

Would that you come (to your beloved),
(Swiftly) as the king’s horse,
Thoroughbred among all steeds,
The champion of the stable,
Cosseted in its feed,
Whose sovereign recognizes its pace.
Hearing the crack of a whip,
It cannot be held back.
No warrior can subdue it.
How knowing is the heart of the beloved,
That he is not far from (his) beloved.



Man Before a False Door, Tomb of Nebamun, New Kingdom (ca. 1479-1458 BCE)


Lector Priest Holding a Papyrus Scroll

For seven days I have not seen my beloved,
Illness has overcome me . . .
If the chief physicians came to me,
My heart would not respond to their remedies.
Even the lector priests could not find the way,
My illness is not diagnosed.
The one who tells me, “Look, it is she” is the
one who will revive me,
Her name is what will cure me . . .
My beloved is more beneficial for me than any
remedy . . .
I see her - and I become healthy.
She opens her eyes - my limbs are young.
She speaks - I am strong.
I hug her - she drives away evil from me.
(But) seven days ago, she left me.



Woman Holding a Captured Bird in the Marshes, New Kingdom (ca. 1279-1213 BCE)


The voice of the goose cries out,
Caught by its bait.
Your love holds me,
I cannot release it.
I will collect my nets.
What shall I tell my mother,
To whom I go every day,
Laden with birds?
I set no trap today,
(For) your love has seized me.



New Kingdom (ca. 1294-1279 BCE)


Two Women Sitting in the Shade of a Sycamore Tree

The little sycamore that she herself planted
Opens its mouth to speak.
The words coming forth from its mouth
Overflow with honey.
It is perfect, its branches beautiful,
Blooming and strong,
Laden with ripe and unripe figs
That are redder than jasper.
Its leaves like turquoise,
With the gleam of glass.
It attracts those who have yet come:
“Come spend a day of beauty,
Morning after morning, up to three days, While
seated in (my) shade...
I am discreet and do not say what I see.
I will not breathe a word.”



Winemaking, Tomb of Ipuy, New Kingdom (ca. 1279-1213 BCE)


Wine Making

I sail north on the river,
In the manner of a captain.
My bundle of reeds on my shoulder,
I am headed to Memphis.
I will say to Ptah, Lord of Maat,
“Give me my beloved tonight!”
The river - it is wine,
Ptah is its reed.
Sakhmet - its lotus leaf.
Iadet - its lotus flower.
Nefertem is its blooming blossom.
The land lights up with her beauty.
Memphis is a bowl of mandrakes,
Set before the Beautiful-of-Face (Ptah).



Female Musicians, New Kingdom (ca. 1400-1390 BCE)


Troop of Female Musicians

Seeing you, my beloved, is a festive day.
Regarding you is a great favor.
May you come to me with beer,
Musicians equipped with instruments,
Their mouths with songs of love,
For joy and jubilation.
Your excellent beloved is in adoration before you,
Kissing the ground at seeing you.
Receive her with beer and incense,
Like offerings to a god.



Facade of a House, Tomb of Djehutynefer,
New Kingdom (ca. 1458-1410 BCE)


Facade of a House

I pass by her house at night,
I knock, (but) no one opens.
A good night for our doorkeeper!
Bolt, I will open (you),
Latch, my fate is yours,
(Latch), my very soul is yours



Restoration of the Hathor-Head Frieze in the Tomb of Senenmut, New Kingdom (1479-1458 BCE)


Ancient Egyptian love poems, often found on papyri and ostraca, express passionate and relatable emotions through vivid imagery of nature, longing, and physical affection. These poems, which originated from an oral tradition, describe feelings of desire, jealousy, and the joy of being with a loved one, with some famous examples including the "Cairo Ostracon 25218" and texts from the Chester Beatty papyri.

Themes and imagery

Longing and separation
Poems often depict the pain of separation, comparing the lover's absence to loneliness and death. A common theme is the difficulty of reaching the beloved who lives across the river, separated by a flood and crocodiles.

Praise and physical beauty
Many poems praise the beloved's appearance using metaphors from nature, comparing their beauty to stars, lotuses, and the rising sun. One poem describes a woman with hair like "lapis lazuli" and fingers like "lotus flowers".

Intimacy and desire
The poems are also known for their frankness and focus on physical intimacy. They describe the joy of being together, caressing, and embracing, and the delights found in a shared moment.

Jealousy and secrecy
Some poems touch on the anxieties of love, such as a lover passing by their beloved's house and hoping their mother won't notice their affection. Others deal with the desire to be together in secret, away from the prying eyes of others.

Examples from famous poems

"Whenever I leave you, I go out of breath":
This poem from Papyrus Harris 500 expresses the feeling of dread and stillness when the loved one is away.

"My beloved has come, my heart exults":
This poem, found on Medium, describes the overwhelming joy of the beloved's arrival.

"I am to you like a bit of land, With each shrub of grateful fragrance":
This poem, found on Wikisource, uses agricultural metaphors to describe love and connection, saying that the beloved's presence makes the poet feel like a fruitful garden.

"Come, my Soul, swim to me! The water is deep in my love Which carries me to you.":
This poem, found on Facebook, describes a love so powerful it is like a deep, life-giving body of water.

"I pass by his house, Finding its door open.":
This poem from The Metropolitan Museum of Art portrays the bittersweet experience of seeing a loved one in public while needing to hide one's feelings.