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Thursday, September 29, 2011

La Belle Dame sans Merci

        I found this poem my favorite out of Keat's poetry. I know we haven't discussed this, but I was hoping maybe I could.

This poem was very romantic and saddening, in my opinion, just at first glance. You find a brave knight at arms who is pale and sad. When he asked why he still at arms, when the war is over, why is he so sad; you find the romantic tale.

The knight goes on to tale of how he was out riding when a fair maiden of wild beauty met him in the meadows. It tells of their love for each other(or so you think). Then the maiden of beauty lolls the knight to sleep. When he has a dream, no he has a nightmare. He sees(from my impression) all of the fair maiden's past lovers. Princes, kings, all pale and death-like staring at him warning him of something, all still in love with the fair maiden.

our brave knight awakes on the cold hill's side to find himself alone, and there he stays pale and sad.

Though I know this is just mostly surface reading, I'm hoping to re-read it and find the hidden meaning. And I know 'tis is very late for me to be posting. Hopefully I will be given some grace, if not I guess I'll use one of my passes.

Anyways I commented on Tori's post

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