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Eponymous poem
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 03, 2003 03:43AM

Found this in an anthology I bought recently (An anthology of Modern Verse, published1921!) and thought it might be of passing interest to at least one other regular visitor to this site (she probably already knows it, but I haven't seen it before). Doesn't remind me of anyone I know well!

Marian by George Meredith

She can be as wise as we,
And wiser when she wishes;
She can knit with cunning wit,
And dress the homely dishes.
She can flourish staff or pen,
And deal a wound that lingers;
She can talk the talk of men,
And touch with thrilling fingers.

Match her ye across the sea,
Natures fond and fiery;
Ye who zest the turtle's nest
With the eagle's eyrie.
Soft and loving is her soul,
Swift and lofty soaring;
Mixing with its dove-like dole
Passionate adoring.

Such a she who'll match with me?
In flying or pursuing,
Subtle wiles are in her smiles
To set the world a-wooing.
She is steadfast as a star,
And yet the maddest maiden:
She can wage a gallant war,
And give the peace of Eden.

It's a bit of a curate's egg of a poem, but I think I get the gist.


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 03, 2003 12:40PM

a curate's egg?

pam


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-01rh15rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: October 03, 2003 01:09PM


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 06, 2003 05:12PM

Reminds me of a song I used to dance to when I was a kid, never really took much notice of the lyrics but your post kinda promted me to.


Marian (version)

In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....

CHORUS
I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave
I hear you calling Marian
Can you hear me calling you to
Save me, save me, save me from the
Grave...
Marian

Marian, there's a weight above me
And the pressure is all too strong
To breathe deep
Breathe long and hard
To take the water down and go to sleep
To sink still further
Beneath the fatal wave
Marian I think I'm drowning
This sea is killing me

CHORUS

Was ich kann und was ich konnte (What I can do and what I could do)
Weiss ich gar nicht mehr (I just don't know anymore)
Gib mir wieder etwas schones (Give me something beautiful again)
Zieh mich aus dem meer (Drag me from the sea)
Ich hore dich rufen Marian (I hear you calling Marian)
Kannst du mich schreien horen (Can you hear me calling?)
Ich bin hier allien (I am here alone)
Ich hore dich rufen Marian (I hear you calling Marian)
Ohne diene hilfe verliere ich mich in diessem ort
(Without your help I am lost in this place)

CHORUS
[repeat Marian til end]


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 07, 2003 03:52AM

I've never met that one before either - thanks for posting it, Nasha - any idea who performed it?


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 07, 2003 06:47AM

No, bit hazy on that one, sorry.

Nasha


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 07, 2003 01:07PM

OK, found the song - it was by Sisters of Mercy - tragic 80s goth band (embaressed), there is also a Marianne song by Leonard Cohen, if your interested.

Nasha


LEONARD COHEN LYRICS
"So Long Marianne" (Songs Of Leonard Cohen)

Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.
Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Marian-NYC (---.nyc1.dsl.speakeasy.net)
Date: October 09, 2003 12:10PM

I'm finicky about the spelling of my name. "Marianne" doesn't count. Neither does Marion, or Maryann, or Mariam, or Miriam.

I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT THE GEORGE MEREDITH POEM, and I'm delighted to have it, and the song. Thank you!


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 09, 2003 12:24PM

To come full circle, Leonard Cohen also wrote a song called Sisters of Mercy! Thanks Nasha - I had met Marianne before, but never either a song or poem where Marian was spelt right - until this week!


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Pam Adams (134.71.18.---)
Date: October 09, 2003 03:36PM

I found this the other day.




Sherwood
-Alfred Noyes

SHERWOOD in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake;
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:
All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon;
Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist
Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.

Merry, merry England is waking as of old,
With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold:
For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

Love is in the greenwood building him a house
Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs;
Love it in the greenwood: dawn is in the skies;
And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.

Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep:
Marian is waiting: is Robin Hood asleep?
Round the fairy grass-rings frolic elf and fay,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,
Rake away the red leaves, roll away the mould,
Rake away the gold leaves, roll away the red,
And wake Will Scarlett from his leafy forest bed.

Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together
With quarter-staff and drinking-can and grey goose-feather;
The dead are coming back again; the years are rolled away
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows;
All the heart of England hid in every rose
Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,
Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?

Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old
And, shattering the silence with a cry of brighter gold,
Bugles in the greenwood echo from the steep,
Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?

Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen
All across the glades of fern he calls his merry men;
Doublets of the Lincoln green glancing through the May,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day;

Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash
Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash;
The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly;
And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by.

Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves
Answer as the bugle-note shivers through the leaves:
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

pam


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: October 10, 2003 03:55AM

Ah! That Marian - the one I'm probably called after, being born in Mansfield, which was the middle of Sherwood Forest (I'm told there used to be a tree in the market square which marked the middle of the forest). Actually, I'd probably have been Susan, if the midwife hadn't already delivered 3 Susan's that week. I've always had a soft spot for Robin Hood stories - and it got a whole lot softer after I saw Prince of Thieves with 2 gorgous hunks to drool over and a Marian with character.

I didn't realise Noyes had included her in his Robin Hood poem, thanks for posting it, Pam.


Re: Eponymous poem
Posted by: Linda (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: October 10, 2003 03:00PM

Now I can work out how old you are!!! :-)




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