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Lanetlendi i i in Camelot un y ksek kulelerinden birine hapsedilen bir kad n anlat r Kad n n kuleden d ar bakmas kesinlikle yasakt r, e er d ar karsa ya da pencereden bakarsa lecektir.Tek avuntusu kulenin duvar na as l olan bir aynan n g sterdikleridir Bazen g ne li bir sabahta g e uzanan sazlar , bazen de iki a k iftin el ele dola malar n izler.Sonra g nlerden bir g n ovalyelerin geli ini g r r Ba lar nda Sir Lancelot vard r Sir Lancelot o kadar muhte em, o kadar ula lmaz g r n r ki ona orac kta a k olur Ve laneti de l m de bo verip kuleden a a ko maya ba lar D ar kar ve bir sal bulur Lancelot nehrin kar s ndad r Sala biner ve s rmeye ba lar Tam ona ula acakken lanete yenik d er, nce nefes alamaz olur, sonra kalbi yava lar Dudaklar beyazlar, g zleri kapan r Lancelot un ovalyeleri nehir k y s na arpan sal g r nce merak edip giderler ve i indeki l kad n g r nce ok olurlar G r lt y duran Lancelot ta gelir ve der ki Bu Lady de kim ok g zel bir y z varm , Tanr n n merhameti onunla olsun Ve Lancelot, kad n n laneti onun i in kar s na ald n , ona geldi ini ve onun a k i in ld n asla bilemez There s a nice moment in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie which references this poem They re reading it in class, and they ve just reached the lineAnd round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott.The schoolgirl, daydreaming and only half paying attention, imagines herself talking with Tennyson s eponymous heroine What did you write it with she asks I found a pot of paint on the bank, replies the Lady It had probably been left there by one of the Unemployed. @BOOK · The Lady of Shalott é The Lady Of Shalott Is The Third Book In Visions In Poetry, An Award Winning Series Of Classic Poems Illustrated By Outstanding Contemporary Artists In Stunning Hardcover Editions Tennyson S Beautiful And Enigmatic Poem Of Unrequited Love, Set In Arthurian England, Has Enthralled Artists For Well Over A Century With Her Luminous Illustrations, Genevi Ve C T Weaves A Refreshingly Modern Interpretation Of This Beloved Poem One That Will Enchant Readers Of All Ages To This Is A Reproduction Of A Book Published BeforeThis Book May Have Occasional Imperfections Such As Missing Or Blurred Pages, Poor Pictures, Errant Marks, Etc That Were Either Part Of The Original Artifact, Or Were Introduced By The Scanning Process We Believe This Work Is Culturally Important, And Despite The Imperfections, Have Elected To Bring It Back Into Print As Part Of Our Continuing Commitment To The Preservation Of Printed Works Worldwide We Appreciate Your Understanding Of The Imperfections In The Preservation Process, And Hope You Enjoy This Valuable Book Many people, I dare say most, will claim to not like poetry, but this is one of those poems that I believe everyone can read and enjoy The enchantment of the rhythm and rhyme of Tennyson s words, the hint of romance and the allusion to magic, all combine to make this poem a memorable pleasure.Tennyson actually wrote two versions of this poem ten years apart 1832 1842 The later one is one verse shorter than the first, both very similar, both very good. This is the only Tennyson that I have ever read and I really enjoyed it I would definitely be interested in readingTennyson any recommendations would be very welcome. My favorite poem Even after all these years, it still gets to me It is long, but worth it, I feel I beg of you to read past the Romantic descriptions of nature and the older English to what s really in there On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky And through the field the road run by To many tower d Camelot And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott By the margin, willow veil d,Slide the heavy barges trail d By slow horses and unhail d The shallop flitteth silken sail dSkimming down to Camelot But who hath seen her wave her hand Or at the casement seen her stand Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly Down to tower d Camelot And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, Tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long hair d page in crimson clad Goes by to tower d Camelot And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror s magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed I am half sick of shadows, said The Lady of Shalott A bow shot from her bower eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot A red cross knight for ever kneel d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott The gemmy bridle glitter d free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot And from his blazon d baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott All in the blue unclouded weather Thick jewell d shone the saddle leather, The helmet and the helmet feather Burn d like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot As often thro the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott His broad clear brow in sunlight glow d On burnish d hooves his war horse trode From underneath his helmet flow d His coal black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, Tirra lirra, by the river Sang Sir Lancelot She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look d down to Camelot Out flew the web and floated wide The mirror crack d from side to side The curse is come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott In the stormy east wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower d Camelot Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott And down the river s dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot And as the boat head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn d to tower d Camelot For ere she reach d upon the tide The first house by the water side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott Who is this And what is here And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot But Lancelot mused a little space He said, She has a lovely face God in his mercy lent her grace, The Lady of Shalott My favorite verse is this one But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror s magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed I am half sick of shadows, said The Lady of Shalott. I had to read this book today for work purposes Oh my God, I loved it so much I would recommend knowing the plot BEFORE reading it That really helps with Tennyson or any form of ballad, I think.In the space of about a day, I fell in love with a poem Who knew what joys work could bring I initially gave this five stars because I loved the experience but as a poem, it can get quite forgettable after a while and I was having doubts so I took this down to four stars. This story is loosely based on the tale of Elaine of Astolat, and of her love for Lancelot, which in this poem brings upon her a curse that leaves her dead Arthurian legends defined my childhood, so it is only basic that such a poem would mark me The Lady cannot look upon the people, so she stares through a mirror at the road and sees Lancelot, and falls in love with him, her desire to go after him, but most importantly break free, dooms herUnder tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high, Dead into tower d Camelot Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came Below the stern they read her name, The Lady of Shalott This poem has been so influential in society that just for simple reference In other literature it is referred, in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark, where Miss Jean Brodie reads the poem to her class Alice Munro refers to some of the lines of this ballad in her short story Save the Reaper Only the reapers, reaping early , and And by the moon the reaper weary It was also one of the few things I enjoyed in Avalon High, where at the beginning of every chapter there is a stanza from this.In music I am not so well versed, but there is a lovely piano piece called La dame de Shalotte , by Olivier Messiaen Also do we not get a vibe of this poem in the Band Perry s song If I Die Young , because I kind of do This is such a beautiful poem, and I cannot recommend it enough. This suits my current frame of mind beautifully.An absolutely splendid work That s all I need to say.I read it years ago but now it seems to have hadof a profound impact on me for some obscure reason.It s short but one can really savour all the nuances.I especially liked She left the web, she left the loom,She made three paces through the room,She saw the water lily bloom,She saw the helmet and the plume, She look d down to Camelot.Out flew the web and floated wide The mirror crack d from side to side The curse is come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott Exquisite. Alongside Edgar Allan Poe s The Raven, Alfred Tennyson s The Lady of Shalott stands as one of thefascinating works of poetry from the 1800s Aesthetically it is a work of great and simply beauty, therefore providing evidence that language in a poetic simplicity can provide some of the greatest and most beautiful ideas and images After all, in the Bible, the splendour of light was released with Let there be light The poem appears simple on the outside, with a nice flowing rhythm, reinforced by the repetitious aaaabcccb structure and the use of the word Shalott to close almost each stanza Yet the poem is farcomplex than its language may suggest There are hints of various critiques and subversions of traditional love narratives buried in Tennyson s work and as such The Lady of Shalott becomes another fantasy tale that reflects on reality.The narrative, essentially describing how one Lady of Shalott, trapped in a tower, is forced to view the world of Camelot through a mirror, lest she succumb to a curse Eventually she does turn from the mirror to look down at the glittering, gem covered Lancelot, the poem s ultimate symbol of masculinity and virility As a result her mirror and artistry break, signs that her curse has fallen upon her As a result, she leaves her tower in a boat and floats down to Camelot, only to arrive dead and drained of blood Where only Lancelot is considerate enough to look upon her and comment thatShe has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace,The Lady of Shalott Many critics have suggested that The Lady of the poem is the perfect symbol for how Victorian women were expected to behave, therefore making of this poem a feminist critique The sense pervades the poem that when the Lady looks down at her possible lover, the beautified Lancelot, it is because she is a woman and therefore supposedly given into the irrational The very idea that this woman has to be kept hidden in a tower, concealed away from society and perhaps from exploring her sexuality is in itself a unique critique Therefore, it is possible that Tennyson intended the poem to criticise the idea that women were meant to be seen and not heard objects of beauty but not of necessarily logical capacity The fact that Tennyson was Poet Laureate for the Queen leads one to consider the strong indications that this poem was intended to be political in nature.Another angle to observe this poem from is the perspective of the poem as a subversion of the classic fairytale knight quest Considering the way in which Tennyson uses Arthurian myth and legend in the poem this again seems like another way in which Tennyson perhaps criticises romantic love in relation to male and female dynamics There is the sense that Tennyson condemns the romantic idea of the gallant chivalrous knight rescuing the damsel in distress, for in his narrative the knights do not come to rescue the damsel and instead the damsel must leave her tower for the knight, resulting in her death This could be seen as an indication that Tennyson believes that there are no happy ever afters and that chivalry is a naive idea of the past particular when one connects the poem to the reality of the industrialised age Tennyson lived in Or, one could read it as a condemnation of women being forced to become independent and rely upon their own strength, that essentially without a knight to rescue them a woman will die from a curse One of the motifs in the poem is the use of ethereal, dreamlike constructs Mirrors and shadows in particular feature heavily in the poem, from the mirror the Lady is forced to observe the world through A mirror which could be seen as a symbol for the social constraints obscuring that which can be truly seen Then again, how the Lady weaves what she sees in the mirror into a web of tapestry could be viewed as a criticism of how the artist performs their work A particularly poignant idea when connected to the nature of Tennyson being Poet LaureateI am half sick of shadows, saidThe Lady of Shalott Whatever way you choose to read this poem it is a fascinating work as is most of Tennyson s work And in some senses it is a danger to read too much into the poem for fear of ignoring the sheer aesthetic beauty of it Indeed Tennyson is a poet who understands how to capture musicality with words and as such his work should be read by anyone interested in literature.