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!


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...