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dreamsheep2009-06-21 10:26 am
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Some Poetic Inspiration For Future Icons
Dreamwidth may be new, but sheep have been dreaming--and putting up with humans--for hundreds of years. Responding to Christopher Marlow's 'The Passionate Shepherd to His Love' and Sir Walter Raleigh's 'The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd' (read both here first), here is one lamb's perspective on what is truly important in life.
The Lamb's Plea to Them Both
JHN, akajjhunter
If all the world were soft and green
And not a lupine creature seen
If all that then I would approve;
Abandon me for wooing love!
We'd happ'ly stand, my folk and I,
Watching the Nymph and shepherd fly,
With crunch of grass, to which sweet song
The nightingale might sing along.
O Nymph! My shepherd's lost his head;
He mutters oaths, neglects his bed;
And what care I in winter's cold
For woolen dress and buckle gold?
A wise, aged ewe still fair like thee
Will only tease the ram he be;
Return his heart and let it roam
Else I be shorn and locked from home.
O Master, let me eat the belt
And nibble roses for my pelt,
For such a love is not to be;
There's no excuse for leaving me
Enjoy the sun and eat thy grass
And let this fit of passion pass;
If all my pleas thy heart may move,
Then live with me free from such love!
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.
The Lamb's Plea to Them Both
JHN, aka
jjhunterIf all the world were soft and green
And not a lupine creature seen
If all that then I would approve;
Abandon me for wooing love!
We'd happ'ly stand, my folk and I,
Watching the Nymph and shepherd fly,
With crunch of grass, to which sweet song
The nightingale might sing along.
O Nymph! My shepherd's lost his head;
He mutters oaths, neglects his bed;
And what care I in winter's cold
For woolen dress and buckle gold?
A wise, aged ewe still fair like thee
Will only tease the ram he be;
Return his heart and let it roam
Else I be shorn and locked from home.
O Master, let me eat the belt
And nibble roses for my pelt,
For such a love is not to be;
There's no excuse for leaving me
Enjoy the sun and eat thy grass
And let this fit of passion pass;
If all my pleas thy heart may move,
Then live with me free from such love!
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.
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