Wow lau, that's wonderful. Been a while.
*CanyonWind goes all aspie*
Always found it strange that Lear is considered the founder of the limerick as a popular verse form, but his limericks are really dumb, then the same guy could write something as utterly beautiful as The Dong, fusing the ridiculous with the depths of human emotion.
Shouldn't have got me started.
Yeats told the same story in The Song of Wandering Aengus. They were both Irish, and I'm sure Yeats was familiar with Lear, can't help but suspect a connection.
Aengus was an Irish mythological character, an immortal who fell in love with a human woman, lost track of her, and he's been wandering the world looking for her ever since.
Yeats turned a really cool trick. He made Aengus mortal, so while he's wandering around looking for her he's aging, pissing away a limited human lifespan. But he keeps looking anyway.
http://www.poetry-archive.com/y/the_son ... engus.html
Somebody with a little more sense wrote a parody:
I caught a mermaid in a net.
Her scales were slippery, she was wet.
I bore her home by neck and tail
And cut my hands on fin and scale.
I launched her in the downstairs tub
And hied me to the nearest pub.
When I came home quite late that night
The mermaid was nowhere in sight,
But water on the bedroom stair
Suggested she might be up there.
A moments thought, or thereabout
Concerning William Yeats, his trout,
And I took off and left my myth
Among things best not reckoned with.
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They murdered boys in Mississippi. They shot Medgar in the back.
Did you say that wasn't proper? Did you march out on the track?
You were quiet, just like mice. And now you say that we're not nice.
Well thank you buddy for your advice...
-Malvina