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For my Media Illustration Class
Inspired by 'Cold Blows the Wind' by Ween. Which was originally a Mandarin poem.
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Cold blows the wind over my true love
cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
and in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young girl may
i'll sit and weep down by his grave
for twelve month and one day
But when twelve months were come and gone
this young man he arose
what makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips
one kiss is all I crave
one kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips
and return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my clay
my breath is heavy and strong
if thou was to kiss my lily white lips
thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove
where we used to walk
pluck the finest flower of them all
twill wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a Nun from the dungeon deep
and water from a stone
and white milk from a maiden's breast
that babe ere never known
Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep
as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep
for twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
and in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young girl may
i'll sit and weep down by his grave
for twelve month and one day
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Mixed media application + digital (as required for this project)
Graphite, watercolours, scrapbooking papers, salt, photoshop
Will probably be replaced by a final version next week when I get my critiques back tomorrow.
Inspired by 'Cold Blows the Wind' by Ween. Which was originally a Mandarin poem.
-----------------------------------------------------
Cold blows the wind over my true love
cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
and in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young girl may
i'll sit and weep down by his grave
for twelve month and one day
But when twelve months were come and gone
this young man he arose
what makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips
one kiss is all I crave
one kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips
and return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my clay
my breath is heavy and strong
if thou was to kiss my lily white lips
thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove
where we used to walk
pluck the finest flower of them all
twill wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a Nun from the dungeon deep
and water from a stone
and white milk from a maiden's breast
that babe ere never known
Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep
as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep
for twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
and in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
as any young girl may
i'll sit and weep down by his grave
for twelve month and one day
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Mixed media application + digital (as required for this project)
Graphite, watercolours, scrapbooking papers, salt, photoshop
Will probably be replaced by a final version next week when I get my critiques back tomorrow.
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for twelve months and one day.. wow, what a beautiful poem, Inever read anything online that long because my eyes get so dry from the concentration, but that was beautiful, and sad at the same time. I didn't get it, so did she commit suicide to join him in the end? that's what i took from saying that all she wanted was to kiss him once more.. aw... sad poem, lovely illustration to go with it.