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Friday, 14 March 2008

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I was meaning 'Hurrah'...

I am dramatically lacking of appropriate references and knowledge to really understand and appreciate the poem. But I can at least comment on Dark Puss's comments (below) and to see a cat mentionning the Milky Way is priceless! Hurray for the lovely feline!

Harriet is most inventive, but I'm sticking to my "we need it to rhyme" theory! However you look at the Pleiades (except through a large telescope) you will see a lovely cluster of blue (therefore hot = young) stars on a black background; trees, ivy etc. won't help - perhaps he sees it though a silk stocking provided by his new lover? (Only kidding!).

Goodness! I only know a few obvious bits of Tennyson, though I do like what I know, and had never read this before -- amazing stuff. Regarding Peter's query about Pleiades and the braid -- could they appear like that because he is looking through the ivy on his window? Or because they appear behind the trees ('the mellow shade')?

That bit about the Pleiades always puzzled me. I agree it might look like a swarm of fireflies (not that I have ever seen one), but why tangled up in braid? It's not near the Milky Way so I suspect that is a bit of poetic licence to get a rhyme with the line before. Now if he had been talking about the double cluster in Perseus I would have said he was on to something.

Dark Puss

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