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Swinburne, The Masque of Queen Bersabe

13 Jan

Swinburne

I am the queen Aholibah.
My lips kissed dumb the word of Ah

Dorothy Sayers fans might recognize that couplet, quoted by Peter Wimsey in Busman’s Honeymoon (only the best love scene in all of literature, but I digress).

The line is from Swinburne’s, The Masque of Queen Bersabe, my other contender for a great alternative reading at a wedding, if the happy couple can loose themselves from the bonds of the literal and celebrate fate and passion.

In the poem a king named David calls his knights together and asks for help deciphering a sign he’s received, a bird, “as red as any wine” with “a long bill of red” and “a gold ring above his head” that flies between the king’s feet, “shut his two keen eyën fast” and “woxe big and brast.” We’re assuming this means the bird closed its eyes and cawed in a freaky way.

The king’s advisers debate the meaning, with some saying the bird is a sign from God, and some from the devil. The king’s new wife, Bersabe, says (in a line I love):

Peace now, lords, for Godis head,
Ye chirk as starlings that be fed

But then a prophet comes in and reveals that Bersabe, until recently, was the wife of a different knight, who loved her very much.

Likewise great joy he had to kiss
Her throat, where now the scarlet is

King David has taken Bersabe from the man, and murdered him for good measure. The prophet calls upon the court to sit still and listen, and hear from “all queens made as this Bersabe,” whose fates have been both good and bad.

I suspect the setup was basically the excuse for Swinburne to describe the queens, which he does gloriously.

    AHOLIBAH.
I am the queen Aholibah.
My lips kissed dumb the word of Ah
Sighed on strange lips grown sick thereby.
God wrought to me my royal bed;
The inner work thereof was red,
The outer work was ivory.
My mouth’s heat was the heat of flame
For lust towards the kings that came
With horsemen riding royally.

Next comes Cleopatra, the “queen of Ethiope” who says “Love bade my kissing eyelids ope.”

My hair was wonderful and curled;
My lips held fast the mouth o’ the world

There’s Azubah, the “queen of Amorites” who says “My face was like a place of lights”; Aholah “queen of Amalek” who has “no tender touch or fleck”; and the queen Ahinoam “like the throat of a soft slain lamb.”  The pageant goes on and on, a tribute to the terror and majesty of passion.

Afterwards, the king says that he’s been a fool to think that he controlled his own destiny, and that his fate is in the hands of God. And the prophet says that now that he realizes that, everything will be OK.

Like I suspect Swinburne did, I like this poem for the amazing descriptions of the queens and the atmosphere of celebratory terror. Various messages could be worked, with that one, into a wedding speech.

Alternative Readings For a Cool Wedding

8 Jan

Taurus, Paul Nemser

In my 20s I went to the wedding of a bookish, literary older man I was in unrequited love with, and was outraged—now, comically, I can see—by his choices of selections from The Prophet and The Song of Songs for readings. We can probably assume the woman he was marrying chose, but same diff. I wore a gold dress, got drunk and misbehaved myself embarrassingly, and may have ranted to mutual friends about how disappointed I was in the literary quality of the readings choices, which I felt did not express this man’s inner fire, and what a bad sign that was for his marriage. Well, I think he’s still happily married 20 years later, and now my primary feeling about all that is to be sorry for him that he was forced to invite me to his otherwise lovely wedding. But! It is true that wedding readings are usually so generic as to be wallpaper. The following are my recommendations for a friend who was asked to speak at an upcoming lesbian wedding, though they would work for couples of any sort, if they’re independent thinkers about marriage.

The poem “Borealis” from Taurus by Paul Nemser.
This is a gorgeous lyrical love poem about a statue of a bull that comes to life and falls for a girl. I’m showing the sixth of seven stanzas…. if you like it and want to read the whole poem, please go buy Nemser’s wonderful book.

Aurora, Paul Nemser

The first chapter of In Watermelon Sugar, by Richard Brautigan.

In Watermelon Sugar, Richard Brautigan

Chapter below in 2 parts.

In Watermelon Sugar, Richard Brautigan

In Watermelon Sugar, Richard Brautigan

This excerpt from The Chronology of Water, by Lidia Yuknavitch.

The Chronology of Water, Lidia Yuknavitch

Excerpt below in 2 parts.

Wisdom is a Motherfucker, Lidia Yuknavitch

Wisdom is a Motherfucker, Lidia Yuknavitch

The poem “This Much I Do Remember,” by Billy Collins from the book Picnic, Lightning

Picnic, Lightning, Billy Collins
As an aside, “picnic, lightning” is a Nabokov reference. It is how Humbert Humbert describes the death of his parents, in a parenthetical. Poem below in 2 parts.
This Much I Do Remember, Billy Collins

This Much I Do Remember, Billy Collins

Two poems from The Black Unicorn, by Audre Lorde

The Black Unicorn, Audre Lorde

Fog Report, Audre Lorde

Recreation, Audre Lorde

This excerpt from The Memoirs of Hadrian, by Margeurite Yourcenaur

Memoirs_of_Hadrian
When he says “love” here, he mostly means sex, but it’s a fabulous passage for the right kind of couple. Ending with does not follow his god to the end.

Memoirs of Hadrian, Marguerite Yourcenaur

And lastly, I’m going to do a separate post on this, but I also recommend an excerpt to taste from Swinburne’s The Masque of Queen Bersebe.