Lady of Shalott and Covid

Broaching possibly an important idea –#LADYOFSHALOTT by #LORDTENNYSON
A portrait of a lady in lockdown from a pandemic, her mirror a computer screen….
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My wife’s quilt of yore as image… pic.twitter.com/yZBVLiRQpm

— Des Lewis (@DF_Lewis) May 30, 2020

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7 thoughts on “Lady of Shalott and Covid”

Quotes from the poem. The curse of the web (Internet?) is healed by her exit from lockdown but she is also ironically killed by that she was originally In refuge from!

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Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmed web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,

Before her hangs a mirror clear,
Reflecting tower’d Camelot.
And as the mazy web she whirls,

on an ambling pad,

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights,

a bearded meteor

He flash’d into the crystal mirror,
‘Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:’
Sang Sir Lancelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side;
‘The curse is come upon me,’ cried
The Lady of Shalott.

A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,
She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her eyes were darken’d wholly,
And her smooth face sharpen’d slowly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot:
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden wall and gallery,
A pale, pale corpse she floated by,
Deadcold, between the houses high,
Dead into tower’d Camelot.

The web was woven curiously,
The charm is broken utterly,
Draw near and fear not,—this is I,
The Lady of Shalott.’

“Shallop”
“a shallow boat”
Shallot