Wednesday, September 19

 Some self portraits I've taken based on a piece of poetry by the remarkable John Keats:
La Belle Dame sans Merci

I met a lady in the meads,
    Full beautiful - a faery's child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

    And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,

    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,
    And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing
    A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,

And sure in language strange she said -
    'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot,

    And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes
    With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide!

The latest dream I ever dreamt
    On the cold hill side.


  1. I really like how you've combined the poem with these photos. The second photo is my favourite, but the others are marvellous as well!

  2. tear*, sigh, warmth, smile.

  3. wow, this is beautiful! <3

  4. Remarkable! Both the photos and how they're arranged with the poem. You've got the eye, Tony.