May Blossom in The Queen's Nullah, Mametz
As the wounded and semi-delerious Private Ball drags himself out of the wood, David Jones again invokes the mystical female figure who has already taken the form of 'sweet sister death' and 'mother, madre'. She now appears in benevolent form as The Queen of the Woods, adorning the dead with flowers and berries.
As the wounded and semi-delerious Private Ball drags himself out of the wood, David Jones again invokes the mystical female figure who has already taken the form of 'sweet sister death' and 'mother, madre'. She now appears in benevolent form as The Queen of the Woods, adorning the dead with flowers and berries.
"The Queen of the Woods has cut bright boughs of various flowering.
These knew her influential eyes. Her awarding hands can pluck for each their fragile prize.
She speaks to them according to precedence. She knows what's due to this elect society. She can choose twelve gentle-men.
She knows who is most lord between the high trees and on the open down.
Some she gives white berries some she gives brown, Emil has a curious crown it's made of golden saxifrage.
Fatty wears sweet-briar, he will reign with her for a thousand years.
For Balder she reaches high to fetch his. Ulrich smiles for his myrtle wand.
That swine Lillywhite has daisies to his chain - you'd hardly credit it.
She plaits torques of equal splendour for Mr Jenkins and Billy Crower.
Hansel with Gronwy share dog-violets for a palm, where they lie in serious embrace beneath the twisted tripod.
Sion gets St.John's wort, that's fair enough.
Dai Greatcoat, she can't find him anywhere, she calls both high and low, she had a very special one for him.
Beneath this July noblesse she is mindful of December wood, when the trees beat against each other because of Him.
She carries to Anaerin-in-the-Nullah a rowan sprig for the glory of Guenedota. You could not hear what she said to him, for she is careful for the Disciplines of the Wars."
David Jones, 'In Parenthesis'.
These knew her influential eyes. Her awarding hands can pluck for each their fragile prize.
She speaks to them according to precedence. She knows what's due to this elect society. She can choose twelve gentle-men.
She knows who is most lord between the high trees and on the open down.
Some she gives white berries some she gives brown, Emil has a curious crown it's made of golden saxifrage.
Fatty wears sweet-briar, he will reign with her for a thousand years.
For Balder she reaches high to fetch his. Ulrich smiles for his myrtle wand.
That swine Lillywhite has daisies to his chain - you'd hardly credit it.
She plaits torques of equal splendour for Mr Jenkins and Billy Crower.
Hansel with Gronwy share dog-violets for a palm, where they lie in serious embrace beneath the twisted tripod.
Sion gets St.John's wort, that's fair enough.
Dai Greatcoat, she can't find him anywhere, she calls both high and low, she had a very special one for him.
Beneath this July noblesse she is mindful of December wood, when the trees beat against each other because of Him.
She carries to Anaerin-in-the-Nullah a rowan sprig for the glory of Guenedota. You could not hear what she said to him, for she is careful for the Disciplines of the Wars."
David Jones, 'In Parenthesis'.
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