Friday, August 24, 2007

Touch Me Not


Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about:
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

This poem, by Sir Thomas Wyatt, has been running around in my head ever since I started designing the Love-In-Idleness necklace. "Whoso List to Hunt" was reputed to have been written about Anne Boleyn, one of the ill-fated wives of Henry VIII and mother of Elizabeth I. Here, Anne is the deer and Caesar is Henry VIII. "Noli me tangere" translates as "touch me not". I don't exactly know what I'm going to do with this donut which, as usual, I made from PMC3. I just knew I had to make it.

Oh, and regarding the Love-In-Idleness necklace, I received word yesterday that it has been accepted for publication in BeadStyle Magazine's Gallery. Calloo, callay! This is the third piece I've made since I started working with PMC three months ago that BeadStyle has accepted for publication. I am Extremely Excited. No publication date yet, but I will let you know once it is set.

Thanks for stopping by!

2 comments:

Monkee Maker said...

Many congrats on your good news regarding the BeadStyle Magazine publication and even more kudos for having such a lengthy poem running around in your head - what a memory!

In answer to your question, I have no idea how I broke the terms and conditions of my stat counter .... but I must have upset the powers that be somehow. Sigh. I miss my counter :-(

Melissa said...

Thank you! Well, truthfully, I only had the first couple lines and the ending of the poem running around in my head. I had to look up the rest. I do like that poem, though.

How bizarre - the mind boggles at what terms and conditions one can break for a stat counter...