Belle Dame sans Merci is the title of John Keats’ poem, written in 1819 where he describes the “Queen of Faerie”, archetype of the femme fatale.
In 1819 the English poet John Keats reworked the figure of the “Queen of Faerie” of Scottish ballads (starting with Tam Lin and True Thomas) in turn writes the ballad “La Belle Dame sans Merci”, giving rise to a theme that has become very popular among the Pre-Raphaelite painters, that of the vamp woman who has however already a consideration in the beliefs of folklore: the
Lennan or leman shee – Shide Leannan (literally fairy child) that is the fairy who seeks love between humans. The fairy, who is both a male and a female being, after having seduced a mortal abandons him to return to his world. The lover is tormented by the love lost until death.
Fairy lovers have a short but intense life. The fairy who takes a human as lover is also the muse of the artist who offers talent in exchange for a devout love, bringing the lover to madness or premature death.
The title was paraphrased from a fifteenth-century poem written by Alain Chartier (in the form of a dialogue between a rejected lover and the disdainful lady) and became the figure of a seductive woman, a dark lady incapable of feelings towards the man the which falls prey to its spell. We are in reverse of the much older theme of “Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight“
THE SEASONS OF THE HEART
In the ballad there are two seasons, spring and winter: in spring among the meadows in bloom, the knight meets a beautiful lady, a forest creature, daughter of a fairy, who enchants him with a sweet lullaby; the knight, already hopelessly in love, puts her on the saddle of his own horse and lets himself be led docilely in the Cave of the Elves; here he is cradled by the dame, who sighs sadly, and he dreams of princes and diaphanous kings who cry out their slavery to the beautiful lady. On awakening we are in late autumn or in winter and the knight finds himself prostrate near the shore of a lake, pale and sick, certainly dying or with no other thought than the song of the fairy.
The keys to reading the ballad are many and each perspective increases the disturbing charm of the verses
There are two pictorial images that evoke the two seasons of the heart and ballad, the first – perhaps the most famous painting – is by Sir Frank Dicksee, (dated 1902): spring takes the colors of the English countryside with the inevitable roses in the first plan; the lady has just been hoisted on the fiery steed of the knight and with her right hand firmly holding the reins, with the other hand she leans against the saddle to be able to lean towards the beautiful face of the knight and whisper a spell; the knight, in precarious balance, is totally concentrated on the face of the lady and kidnapped.
The second is by Henry Meynell Rheam (painted in 1901) all in the tones of autumn, which recreates a desolate landscape wrapped in the mist, as if it were a barrier that holds the knight prostrate on the ground; while he dreams of pale and evanescent warriors (blue is a typical color to evoke the images of dreams) that warn him, the lady leaves the cave perhaps in search of other lovers.
Curiously, the armors of the two knights are very similar, but both are not really medieval and more suitable for being shown off in tournaments that on the battlefields. Elaborate and finely decorated models date back to the end of the fifteenth century.
BELLE DAME SANS MERCI: a “live action short” by Hidetoshi Oneda
The ballad could not fail to inspire even today’s artists, here is a cinematic story a “live action short” directed by the Japanese Hidetoshi Oneda. The short begins with giving body to the imaginary interlocutor who asks the knight “O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms …” so we find ourselves in 1819 on an island after the shipwreck of a ship and we witness the meeting between the castaway and an old decrepit kept alive by regret ..
THE PLOT (from here) 1819. The Navigator and the Doctor survive a shipwreck only to find themselves lost in a strange forest. The Navigator is challenged by the gravely ill Doctor into pursuing his true passion – art. While he protests, the ailing Doctor dies. Later, the Navigator is beside a lake, where he finds an Old Knight who tells him his story: once, he encountered a mysterious Lady, and fell in love with her. But horrified by her true form – an immortal spirit and the ghosts of her mortal lovers – the Young Knight begged for release. Awoken and alone, he realized his failure. Thus he has waited, kept alive for centuries by his regret. The Navigator considers his own crossroads. What will he be when he returns to the world?
La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Hidetoshi Oneda – 2005
BELLE DAME SANS MERCI IN MUSIC
I
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither’d from the lake(1),
And no birds sing.
II
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.
III
I see a lily(2) on thy brow thy
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.’
IV
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(3).
V
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
VI
I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery’s song(4).
VII
She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild and manna(5) dew,
And sure in language strange she said,
“I love thee true (6)
VIII
She took me to her elfin grot(7),
And there she wept and sigh’d fill sore(8);
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.
IX
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dream’d — Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.
X
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!”
XI
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.
XII
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.’
The first to play the ballad was Charlse Villiers Stanford in the nineteenth century with a very dramatic arrangement for piano but a bit dated today, although popular in his day.
Ian Bostridge · Julius Drake in The English Songbook 1999
in The English Songbook 1999
Musica: Charles Villiers Stanford
The ballad was put into music by different artists in the 21st century.
NOTES
(1) not by chance the landscape is lacustrine, the waters of the lake are beautiful but treacherous, but it is a desolate landscape and more like the swamp
(2) the lily is a symbol of death. The knight’s brow of a deadly pallor is bathed in the sweat of fever and the color of his face is as dull as a dried rose. The symptoms are those of the consumption: the always mild fever does not show signs of diminution, turns on two “roses” on the cheeks of the sick. It is also said that Keats was a toxic addict to the use of nightshade that in the analysis of Giampaolo Sasso (The secret of Keats: The ghost of the “Belle Dame sans Merci”) is represented in the Lady Without Mercy
(3) the whole description of the danger of the lady is concentrated in the eyes, they are as wild but also crazy. The rider ignores the repeated signs of danger: not only the eyes but also the strange language and the food (honey wild)
(4) the elven song leads the knight to slavery
(5) the manna is a white and sweet substance. It is well known that those who eat the food of fairies are condemned to remain in the Other World
(6) the fairy is expressed in a language incomprehensible to the knight and then in reality could have said anything but “I love you”; yet the language of the body is unequivocal, at least as far as sexual desire is concerned
(7) the elf cave is the Celtic otherworldly (see more)
(8) why the fairy is sorry? Would not want to annihilate the knight but can not do otherwise? Does she know that a man’s love is not eternal and that sooner or later his knight will leave her with a breaking heart? Is love inevitably destructive?
LA BELLA DAMA SENZA PIETA’
the final part of the melody of each stanza takes the traditional English song “Once I had a sweetheart.”
Guarda com’è pallido il volto che hai,
sembra tu sia fuggito dall’aldilà…
Vedo nei tuoi occhi profondo terrore,
che bianche e gelide dita tu hai…
Guarda come stan ferme le acque del lago
nemmeno un uccello che osi cantare…
“è stato in mezzo ai prati che io la incontrai
e come se mi amasse lei mi guardò”.
Guarda come l’angoscia ti arde le labbra,
sembra tu sia fuggito dall’aldilà…
“E`stato in mezzo ai prati che io la incontrai…”
che bianche e gelide dita tu hai…
“Quando al mio fianco lei poi si appoggiò
io l’anima le diedi ed il tempo scordai.
Quando al mio fianco lei poi si appoggiò…”.
Che bianche e gelide dita tu hai…”
Al limite del monte mi addormentai
fu l’ultimo mio sogno che io allora sognai;
erano in mille e mille di più…”
Che bianche e gelide dita tu hai…”
Erano in mille e mille di più,
con pallide labbra dicevano a me:
– Quella che anche a te la vita rubò, è lei,
la bella dama senza pietà”.
Perché soffri, o Cavaliere in armi?
Non parti e non ritorni, indugi qui da solo
Sono avvizziti i giunchi in riva al lago
E nessun uccello più canta o prende il volo.
Perché soffri, o Cavaliere in armi?
E pallido indugi desolato
Il granaio è pieno e il raccolto è già ammucchiato
E l’inverno eccolo è arrivato.
Un giglio ti è cresciuto sulla fronte
Sulla rugiada che te l’ha imperlata
La febbre che ti accende il rosso delle guance
Ti ha reso rosa sfiorita senza filtro.
Vagando i campi incontrai una donna
Di bellezza smisurata, figlia di una fata
I capelli aveva lunghi e il passo leggero
Gli occhi aveva di selvaggia fiera.
Per il suo capo feci una ghirlanda
E poi bracciali e un profumato cinto
Lei mi guardò proprio come se mi amasse
E l’aria con un gemito percosse.
La misi in sella sopra al mio destino
E altro più non vidi per quella giornata
Che la sua vita dondolarsi nel cantare
Una canzone sua dolce di fata.
Trovò per me radici di piacere
Favi di miele e stille di manna
Di sicuro in quella sua lingua di lontano
Disse: “È vero è certo che ti amo”
E mi portò nella sua grotta di elfi
E pianse e quando pianse sospirò
E allora i suoi selvaggi occhi io chiusi
Con la croce dei miei quattro baci.
E fu lei che cullandomi nel sonno
Mi addormentò come sciagurato
Nel sogno a lei affidato sognai l’ultimo sonno
Nel fianco del monte ghiacciato.
E vidi cerei re e principi del mondo
Pallidi di lutto e di morte
La bella dama dissero che non ha pietà
Ha in pugno la tua sorte e la tua età.
E vidi labbra bianche sopra i denti
Torcersi in orrende grida
Dal sonno mi svegliai nel freddo abbandonato
Nel fianco del monte ghiacciato.
Ed ecco dunque perché qui dimoro
E resto e indugio e indugio qui da solo
Non so più partire, incantato ad aspettare
Chi mi tolse il sogno dal cuore.
Ed ecco dunque perché qui dimoro
E resto e indugio e indugio qui da solo
Anche se sono avvizziti i giunchi in riva al lago
E nessun uccello più canta o prende il volo
Nessun uccello più canta o prende il volo…
BELLE DAME SANS MERCI (Faun)
Faun from “Buch Der Balladen” 2009.
“Was ist dein Schmerz, du armer Mann, so bleich zu sein und so gering, wo im verdorrten Schilf am See kein Vogel singt?” “Ich traf ein’ edle Frau am Rhein, die war so so schön – ein feenhaft Bild, ihr Haar war lang, ihr Gang war leicht, und ihr Blick wild.Ich hob sie auf mein weißes Ross und was ich sah, das war nur sie, die mir zur Seit’ sich lehnt und sang ein Feenlied.Sie führt mich in ihr Grottenhaus, dort weinte sie und klagte sehr; drum schloss ich ihr wild-wildes Auf’ mit Küssen vier. Da hat sie mich in Schlaf gewiegt, da träumte ich – die Nacht voll Leid!-, und Schatten folgen mir seitdem zu jeder Zeit.Sah König bleich und Königskind todbleiche Ritter, Mann an Mann; die schrien: “La Belle Dame Sans Merci hält dich in Bann!”Drum muss ich hier sein und allein und wandeln bleich und so gering, wo im verdorrten Schilf am See kein Vogel singt.” | English translation (from here) “What ails you, my poor man, that makes you pale and humbled so, among the withered seashore reeds where the song of no bird is heard (1)?” “I met a noble lady on the Rhine, so very fair was she – a fairy vision, her hair was long, her gait was light, and wild her stare.I lifted her on my white steed and nothing but her could I see, as she leant by my side and sang a song of the fairies.She led me to her cave house where she cried and wailed much; so I closed her wild deer eyes (2) with four kisses of mine. She lulled me to sleep then, and I dreamt a nightlong song! and shadows follow me since be it day or night (3).I saw a pale king and his son knights pale as death, face to face; who cried out: “The fair lady without mercy has you in her spell!”Thus shall I remain here alone to wander, pale and humbled so, among the withered seashore reeds where the song of no bird is heard” |
NOTES
1) lit “(where) no bird sings”
2) I assume it’s “Aug(en)” instead of “Auf'”
3) the original says “all the time” but I opted for (hopefully) more colorful English
LINK
http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/belle.html
http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/k/keats/john/la-belle-dame-sans-merci/
http://noirinrosa.wordpress.com/tag/la-belle-dame-sans-merci/ http://zerkalomitomania.blogspot.it/search/label/Belle%20Dame%20sans%20Merci
http://www.celophaine.com/lbdsm/lbdsm_top.html
http://www.craigrecords.com/recordings/la-belle-dame/
