Days of Gratitude #18

A friend started the 30 days of gratitude challenge and I thought it was a wonderful idea. You should stop by and check her poetry out she is an amazing poet.

So it’d be really nice if anyone would like to join in. It just gently reminds us that we have a lot to be thankful for, even on those days that it really doesn’t feel like it.

Day 18 = What piece of art are you grateful for?

Finally a question that is easy to answer, my all time favourite painting is by Sir Francis Bernard Dicksee titled La Belle Dame Sans Merci. A victorian artist from a family artists who entered the pre-raphaelite style and had great success in his own lifetime. This is a vibrant yet moody painting which really highlights the poem written by John Keats.

I hope you enjoy the painting as much as I do.

Dicksee, Frank, 1853-1928; La belle dame sans merci

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’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 lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

5 thoughts on “Days of Gratitude #18

  1. That is a great piece .. as far as favorite don’t know if I have one, even tho I deal in artwork at one time,, but I do have few Sakti Burman Lithographs..I love whimsical and color of his work . I think I even have one of his pieces on a blog

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