Welcome to this weekend's entry in our Mark Steyn Club anthology of video poetry. One hundred and fifty years ago, 1869, the painter and poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti had his late wife's body exhumed from Highgate Cemetery in London so that he could retrieve the book of his poetry he'd had buried with her seven years earlier.
With that macabre background in mind, for today's poem I picked a piece Rossetti wrote that same year, a translation of a medieval French poem with a famous refrain:
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
Which Rossetti translated as:
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
In French and in English, the line has echoed down the centuries, in songs by Bertolt Brecht and George Brassens; in Ibsen's Peer Gynt, Noël Coward's Blithe Spirit and Tennessee Williams' Glass Menagerie; in Lady Chatterley's Lover and Catch-22 and Umberto Eco's The Name of the Rose; in Mad Men and Downton Abbey and Quentin Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds. This much quoted image originated with François Villon in the fifteenth century, and was given a new lease of life by Rossetti in the nineteenth. In this video I discuss the background to the poem, and then give it a whirl. To watch (or hear) "The Ballad of Dead Ladies", translated from Villon's "Une Ballade des dames du temps jadis", please click here and log-in.
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