Reminds me of "Starless and Bible Black". King Crimson, via Dylan
Thomas.
P
2009/12/3 Lex van Sante <[1]lvansa...@gmail.com>
As a point for discussion.
I read the poem thus (a very personal view of course!)
For me sitting down and writing this down puts any thoughts I have
had about this poem in perspective.
Probably next year I will have changed my mind somewhat.
In darknesse let mee dwell, I want my
right to melancholy
The ground shall sorrow be, The
foundation for it shall be Sorrow
The roofe Dispaire to barre all, The
roof shall be Despair to
all cheerfull light from mee
protect me from all cheerfulness
The walls of marble blacke The black
marble walls
that moistned still shall weepe shall be wet
with silent tears
My musicke, hellish, jarring sound My music
shall be hellish jarring ( rattling unnnerving) sounds
to banish friendly sleepe To
keep me from comforting sleep
Thus wedded to my woes Thus
connected to my woes
And bedded to my tombe and in bed
with my tombe ( as in having a marital relation to it)
O, let me living die Let
me die being alive
Till death doe come Till
(true) death comes
In darknesse let mee dwell I want my
right to melancholy
In short I think the poet wants to live as king in his kingdom of
despair, and wants every positive influence to be kept outside of
it.
Shoot!!
Lex van Sante
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