She Walks in Beauty
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
- HE walks in beauty, like the night
- Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
- And all that’s best of dark and bright
- Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
- Thus mellow’d to that tender light
- Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
- One shade the more, one ray the less,
- Had half impair’d the nameless grace
- Which waves in every raven tress,
- Or softly lightens o’er her face;
- Where thoughts serenely sweet express
- How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
- And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
- So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
- The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
- But tell of days in goodness spent,
- A mind at peace with all below,
- A heart whose love is innocent!
By all accounts Lord Byron wasn’t all that respected by his peers but he certainly cut a dash in his world. And in the modern world we read his poetry and other works. His lover, Lady Caroline Lamb, famously described him as “mad, bad and dangerous to know” and we pay homage to him by using that phrase even today. The thing about Byron is that – love him or hate him – he definitely wasn’t someone you could ignore or forget.
I wonder at the things we find unforgettable. A woman such as the one Byron describes in She Walks in Beauty wouldn’t likely be forgotten by anyone and might even be immortalized in print, on canvas or film or through awards won. For myself, I don’t expect to be immortalized in any way. However, there are people in my life who, although they’ve no idea of it and no one would likely be able to tell with any real certainty, have been immortalized within my body of work. They may not have made an impression on the world at large but they made an impression on me and that led to them – or some small part of them – being used in one of my books.
I’m no Byron. My work isn’t likely to be read centuries from now as his is. But I still like to think that I’ve given a taste of immortality to those whom I’ve put into a book. And I thank them for whatever it was about them that captured my imagination enough to lead me to put them in a book because it was never an idea I came up with on my own but rather something they said or did that captivated me. So I thank you all for the inspiration you’ve given me, continue to give me and will give me in the future. Who needs a muse when they have friends!
So now that I’m done being weird today, I have a Marcus for you and then I’m off to tame my Monday.
Hope you all have a great day!