Saturday, August 20, 2011

classic poem and photo: the tamed deer


The Tamed Deer


Like as a huntsman after weary chase

Seeing the game from him escaped away,

Sits down to rest him in some shady place,

With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:

So, after long pursuit and vain assay,

When I all weary had the chase forsook,

The gentle deer returned the self-same way,

Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook.

There she beholding me with milder look,

Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide;

Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,

And with her own good-will her firmly tied.

Strange thing, me seemed, to see a beast so wild

So goodly won, with her own will beguiled.





by Edmund Spenser 1552-1599



Photo taken by me in India.

2 comments:

Message in a Bottle Online Poetry Magazine. said...

I love Spenser . Did The Faire Queen
for a dissertation at university. The absolute control of the rhyme is brilliant and every word precisely placed.

my delayed reactions said...

Thank you! I'll feature him again at some point, with an extract from his longer poems.