onsdag 9 juli 2014

Faith, faery and a short flattery

Ett försenat Movie Day-inlägg inleds med en lång dikt av Matthew Arnold och avslutas med ett kort Shakespearecitat.
I kväll fortsätter Poetry Slam Team Contest.


Dover Beach, by Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)

(Förekommer i The Anniversary Party från 2001. Regi: Alan Cumming, Jennifer Jason Leigh.)

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.


From The stolen child, by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

(Förekommer i A.I. : Artificial Intelligence från 2001. Regi: Steven Spielberg.)

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


From Venus and Adonis, by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

(Förekommer i Intolerable Cruelty från 2003. Regi: Joel Coen, Ethan Coen.)

Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery;
  For where a heart is hard, they make no battery.’

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