{"id":2592,"date":"2013-05-05T10:39:12","date_gmt":"2013-05-05T09:39:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/verityholloway.com\/?p=2592"},"modified":"2013-05-05T10:40:12","modified_gmt":"2013-05-05T09:40:12","slug":"may-5-claret","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/verityholloway.com\/?p=2592","title":{"rendered":"MAY 5 – CLARET"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Rossetti,

Rossetti, taking a sip in Millais’ Isabella.<\/p><\/div>\n

The forth annual Claret Day is here, Victorianists. Settle down with a bottle of red, and take part in this tradition of immense<\/em> poetical gravity.<\/p>\n

(I made it up a few years ago after reading a cryptic comment in Rossetti’s notebook in the British Library.)<\/a><\/p>\n

Bonus points if you involve a certain marsupial. The good people at\u00a0Red House<\/a> have joined the #WombatFriday malarky, so now it’s officially sanctioned.<\/p>\n

So, on the subject of DGR and intoxication…<\/p>\n

\"fortuneteller\"<\/p>\n

The Card-Dealer
\nby Dante Gabriel Rossetti<\/strong><\/p>\n

Could you not drink her gaze like wine?
\nYet though its splendour swoon
\nInto the silence languidly
\nAs a tune into a tune,
\nThose eyes unravel the coiled night
\nAnd know the stars at noon.<\/p>\n

The gold that\u2019s heaped beside her hand,
\nIn truth rich prize it were;
\nAnd rich the dreams that wreathe her brows
\nWith magic stillness there;
\nAnd he were rich who should unwind
\nThat woven golden hair.<\/p>\n

Around her, where she sits, the dance
\nNow breathes its eager heat;
\nAnd not more lightly or more true
\nFall there the dancers\u2019 feet
\nThan fall her cards on the bright board
\nAs \u2019twere an heart that beat.<\/p>\n

Her fingers let them softly through,
\nSmooth polished silent things;
\nAnd each one as it falls reflects
\nIn swift light-shadowings,
\nBlood-red and purple, green and blue,
\nThe great eyes of her rings.<\/p>\n

Whom plays she with? With thee, who lov\u2019st
\nThose gems upon her hand;
\nWith me, who search her secret brows;
\nWith all men, bless\u2019d or bann\u2019d.
\nWe play together, she and we,
\nWithin a vain strange land:<\/p>\n

A land without any order,\u2014
\nDay even as night, (one saith,)\u2014
\nWhere who lieth down ariseth not
\nNor the sleeper awakeneth;
\nA land of darkness as darkness itself
\nAnd of the shadow of death.<\/p>\n

What be her cards, you ask? Even these:\u2014
\nThe heart, that doth but crave
\nMore, having fed; the diamond,
\nSkilled to make base seem brave;
\nThe club, for smiting in the dark;
\nThe spade, to dig a grave.<\/p>\n

And do you ask what game she plays?
\nWith me \u2019tis lost or won;
\nWith thee it is playing still; with him
\nIt is not well begun;
\nBut \u2019tis a game she plays with all
\nBeneath the sway o\u2019 the sun.<\/p>\n

Thou seest the card that falls,\u2014she knows
\nThe card that followeth:
\nHer game in thy tongue is called Life,
\nAs ebbs thy daily breath:
\nWhen she shall speak, thou\u2019lt learn her tongue
\nAnd know she calls it Death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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