How Shall Man/Woman be Paraphrased?
More excerpts from my Bucolica
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.
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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