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How Shall Man/Woman be Paraphrased?

More excerpts from my Bucolica

By Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
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Its leafage is all of red gold, grove of giving,

dealing gentle flame,

grown in freely-giving friendship

beware, there are false laurels

Let us Paraphrase now and ask: how should Man be paraphrased? Man is ash or maple grove, bearing arms

the warbush

rattling fallen spears

other masculine

GIVER USER how manly is the Wood?

and ask: how should Woman be paraphrased?

Woman is the Willow or the dealer of that Gold which she gives and the willow is a tree, her Ladyship paraphrased with all manner of feminine tree nicknames.

The word for User

signified also a log—

the tree which falls in the forest—

Woman is a Scarf-Tree

for a mark of the Birch

of the bright hollow ring

the palm-flame

giving and using

the Wealth-Log: she is Beauty—

Woman is a Forest

Dame of the First Song’s Ale-Vats,

A Forest fair of Flagons—

she attends the Yule Log

Sylph tinder of flood’s gold fire, fresh

Oak of Riches, stands, our mirth forestalling

dreadful towering Elm-Tree

of the dinning shower of weapons

serrated spear heads

The War-Bush

the Human is a deadly monster, metal-decked

Man paraphrased in Tree and Beam, the Wood, Tester of Weapons, Rowan-Tree of the People, GIANT TESTER; Man is the Beam of the Murdering Sword-Twig, taller than are many in the Din of the Darts a mighty grove of understory by kenning of Wood and grove of standing Stone. To sing the War-God’s verse, the Tree of Swords so wills it,

War staff, wild wild woodlands...

My Bucolica is a modern reboot of the "eclogue" form originating in Classical Greece and Rome and much rehashed throughout all European literature. It usually comes in the form of a collection of shepherd's songs, dialogues, and stories featuring themes of love/desire, nature/the seasons, death/mortality, and the passing of time. It is often a playground to poeticize the animal world and humankind's relation to it, as well as particulars of the seemingly idyllic life led by simple shepherds and farmers in Arcadia. It is also referred to as bucolic literature. I wrote my Bucolica 2017-2018 in a mix of poetry and prose.

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About the Creator

Rob Angeli

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt

There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.

-Virgil Aeneid I.462

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