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This my darlings, is Dom's new yacht that he bought for his Lij (in my Regency Tale of course, not RL)
If you would like to submit a name for her (always womens' names for ships) I will choose one from amongst your offerings!
Thinking it a bit daft to post it on its own, I thought I'd put up another Kipling poem as it's nearly the end of Poetry Month!
So here it is.....
I love this poem. It isn't an easy one, but it says a lot!
Rahere
Rudyard Kipling
(Rahere was court jester to Henry the First of England. He was his counsellor and advisor and as he had the King's ear, was much respected and feared. He died in 1114 and built, before he died, St Bartholomew's hospital, Smithfield. There is a hospital there to this day. He suffered as you may guess from severe depression, as do many clowns. Odd is it not?)
RAHERE, King Henry’s jester, feared by all the Norman Lords
For his eye that pierced their bosoms, for his tongue that shamed their swords;
Feed and flattered by the Churchmen — well they knew how deep he stood
In dark Henry’s crooked counsels — fell upon an evil mood.
Suddenly, his days before him and behind him seemed to stand
Stripped and barren, fixed and fruitless, as those leagues of naked sand
When St. Michael’s ebb slinks outward to the bleak horizon bound,
And the trampling wide-mouthed waters are withdrawn from sight and sound.
Then a Horror of Great Darkness sunk his spirit and, anon,
(Who had seen him wince and whiten as he turned to walk alone)
Followed Gilbert the Physician, and muttered in his ear,
‘Thou hast it, O my brother?’ ‘Yea, I have it,’ said Rahere.
‘So it comes,’ said Gilbert smoothly, ‘man’s most immanent distress.
’Tis a humour of the Spirit which abhorreth all excess;
And, whatever breed the surfeit — Wealth, or Wit, or Power, or Fame
(And thou hast each) the Spirit laboureth to expel the same.
‘Hence the dulled eye’s deep self-loathing, hence the loaded leaden brow;
Hence the burden of Wanhope that aches thy soul and body now.
Ay, the merriest fool must face it, and the wisest Doctor learn;
For it comes — it comes,’ said Gilbert, ‘as it passes — to return.’
But Rahere was in his torment, and he wandered, dumb and far,
Till he came to reeking Smithfield where the crowded gallows are,
(Followed Gilbert the Physician) and beneath the wry-necked dead,
Sat a leper and his woman, very merry, breaking bread.
He was cloaked from chin to ankle — faceless, fingerless, obscene
Mere corruption swaddled man-wise, but the woman whole and clean;
And she waited on him crooning, and Rahere beheld the twain,
Each delighting in the other, and he checked and groaned again.
‘So it comes,— it comes,’ said Gilbert, ‘as it came when Life began.
’Tis a motion of the Spirit that revealeth God to man
In the shape of Love exceeding, which regards not taint or fall,
Since in perfect Love, saith Scripture, can be no excess at all.
‘Hence the eye that sees no blemish — hence the hour that holds no shame.
Hence the Soul assured the Essence and the Substance are the same.
Nay, the meanest need not miss it, though the mightier pass it by;
For it comes — it comes,’ said Gilbert, ‘and, thou seest, it does not die!’
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Date: 2007-04-26 07:56 pm (UTC)I want a Dom for my very own so he can buy me a pretty ship like that. : D
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Date: 2007-04-26 08:43 pm (UTC)But I also like "Serena" as well. ;)
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Date: 2007-04-26 08:46 pm (UTC)WONDERFUL poem. captured depression well, and love even better.
"Since in perfect Love, saith Scripture, can be no excess at all" I think this encapsulates exactly what I see in the way you write your Dom. Am I wrong?
Your Elijah always loves Dom equally, but his love is an extension of his nature, like a vein of tensile steel inside, that he takes for granted and never questions, very true and unswerving.
Dom, though concentrates on Elijah. Every aspect of his life then is focused on him, about him, for him, planning, protecting and nurturing Elijah. Whereas with Elijah, being in love is as unquestioned as breathing, Dom is a part of him, his love. Dom's love becomes his mission in life, whereas for Elijah, it is his life's blood.
Not sure why, but felt I needed to tell you, after I read our Mr. Kipling's poem.
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Date: 2007-04-27 07:08 am (UTC)"Since in perfect Love, saith Scripture, can be no excess at all" is exactly how I see my DomLijah. And it is very sweet of you to tell me that you recognised it in this poem.
I do sincerely believe that Dom and Elijah love each other dearly and always will. How this love is expressed, physically, if it is at all, I have no idea, but no-one who has seen them together can doubt they do love each other. To have a friend like that is a thing past price.
I really think Kipling is underestimated as a poet. He wrote mote than The Jungle Book and Just So stories (written for his children).
And the boat is nice! :D xxx
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Date: 2007-04-26 09:22 pm (UTC)Dom knows that Lijah loves his sister very much...Maybe it could be a way to join them together!
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-04-27 12:51 am (UTC)...or Priscilla, queen of the sea...*hides*
Rosalia/Rosalie is "a little and blooming rose". Sounds fiting for the young duke's blossoming love. Or maybe, Dom is picturing more carnal images...
As for Rebecca, it means "of enchanting beauty" in Hebrew.
Nimue
By the way, awesome boat! I had visualised something more modest. I'm impressed.
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Date: 2007-04-27 07:14 am (UTC)And there is nothing at all modest about Dom (especially in his love for Elijah!) He has the money, so he spends it - and regards it as nothing when it comes to Lij's happiness. And to think a yacht is smaller than a yawl. The Ariadne, his other boat, must be the size of the QE!! :D xxx
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Date: 2007-04-28 09:16 pm (UTC)Hello Aussi! I like the Guinevere thing, and the idea behind it.
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:08 am (UTC)Eriu - goddess of Ireland,and original name of Ireland -where they fell in love
or
Sirona - Celtic Goddess of Healing.