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Ballad

Ballad has been there for several centuries (around 13th century) and started off as folk songs, accompanied by musical instruments.  Earliest ballads were transmitted orally in song form and mainly dealt with religious and folk lyrics. The ballad’s lyrical rhythm and rhyme owe to the fact that this poetic form is rooted in song telling a love story.  It was popularised as a singer’s choice due to the rhyming tone.  It was used mostly as dance music with traditional folk songs during the fifteenth and sixteenth century.  It fell into disrepute during the late 17th century with street sale of broad sheets with romantic ballads and was considered ‘street music’ written by ‘down and outs’ living in the unsavoury part of the towns.  The poets were often titled “pot poets” – a derogatory term for the ballad poets of 19th century.  The theme could be anything from love to hate and often used to tell stories and even history.  The ballad often did not tell the story but showed the story in words.  It was mostly a plot driven poem, running at a canter to end in a dramatic conclusion in the last two lines.

The traditional ballad was performed in dance halls in time with the music, and the term ultimately derives from the Latin word ballāre meaning “to dance.”  It is also the origin of the word Ballet.  French popularised it in 13th century as Balladee.   French also introduced Ballade – as a form of dance music during 13th century.  This form of narrative poem is structured with an unspecified number of rhymed quatrains (four-line stanzas).  The lines were often quite simple with three or four stresses.  Usually the second and fourth lines rhymed, but there were many variations of the ballad making it difficult to define.  During the medieval period, the wandering minstrels used the ballad structure for their songs.  Ballads about Robin Hood were sung during the 14th century medieval England.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth wrote numerous ballads.  “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe are particularly famous examples of ballads. The “Rime of the ancient Mariner” is still considered as the best classic of genre;

It is an ancient mariner

And he stoppeth one of three

By the long grey beard and glittering eye

Now wherefore stoppest thou me?

The bridegroom’s doors are opened wide,

And I am next of kin;

The guests are met, the feast is set;

Mayst hear the merry din.”

He holds him with his skinny hand,

“There was a ship,’ quoth he.

“Hold off! Unhand me, grey-beard loon!”

Eftsoons his hand dropped he.

He holds him with his glittering eye –

The wedding guest stood still,

And listens like a three-years’ child

The mariner has his will

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The ballad made its way onto British poetry in a big way during the 19th century with the likes of Samuel Coleridge, only to peter out in time.  There were many types of ballads over the centuries. Traditional Ballads were sung by minstrels during the medieval period.   Some of the biggest names in poetry – Samuel Pepys, Robert Burns, Walter Scott and Robert Harley to name a few, wrote many Traditional Ballads.  I have already alluded to the “cheap ballads” – Broadsides – with the onset of cheap printing during 16th century.  To counter this movement as it were, Literary Ballads appeared with many well-known works from Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Robert Burns, William Wordsworth and Oscar Wilde.  Operatic Ballads made their appearance during the 18th century to counter the invasion of Italian stage operas into London.  Sentimental Ballads made their appearance as a development of “Broadsides” – they are slow soulful songs appealing to the young lovers everywhere.

Heart of Stone

A broken heart imbues melancholy into a lover and brings out the intense passion and a sense of despair in his or her heart;

Oh, my dearest love, a proud one not be proud.

What you have in your heart is utterly false precious

Don’t be angry with your lover, no you should

Chain me in your arms, shelter me with kisses yours.

And still if you think the fault is mine

Pierce me with arrows of your side glances

The magical and bewitching smile of thine

Gifted woman, perfect skill in archery you possess.

You pierce men’s hearts with only a bowstring, no arrows

Your eyes are of blue lily, your mouth a heavenly gem

Teeth from jasmine buds, lips from the vernal flowers

And He made your limbs from daintiest stem.

Why is it the Creator made your heart out of stone?

How is it that He did not give me a heart of stone?

My Love, my strength

The emotions that are stimulated at the start of a relationship, matures as it develops, and the subtle changes are often difficult to explain in prose.  Both men and women find strength as well as weaknesses in their relationships as it blossoms in time.  One man’s strength is often seen as another man’s weakness in similar situation in a relationship.

My mind veers from work, my dearest

I would find a way, which is nearest,

I am utterly weary of my home,

To my heart, that is my dearest.

My life was wet and was drowning

I never thought I would fall in love

My heart was dry, constantly draining

My life was dreary and dry without love.

For without you, my life was drab

Bright is the day I know not, with sunbeams

Slow heart and painful, as an injured crab

And the night with delicate moonbeams.

The willow is shining with golden bees

And the flowers ablaze with beautiful colours

But my heart would not see these

And my mind would be full of naiads.

It was like climbing hills and mountains

How hard was it to climb even a step?

My life was damp like a limp fountain

Water from the spout, drip, drip and drop.

But you found me sweetheart, in time

I will take wings and fly into the pond you fish.

My crab of a heart flew into overtime

You saved me and my heart in a flash.

Now, the dry sunken jar is full of wine

My heart is revived by passionate love

The most cherished and luscious wine

Is strengthening me with your powerful love.

I thank you my darling, with all my heart

My love, you are my redeemer, you don’t know

I owe you one and you are in my heart

I am singing aloud with my face aglow.

Shankar Kashyap

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Lays (Lyric)

The Lays or its proper form – Lyric – is derived from the ancient musical instrument Lyre, which was probably one of the most often used instrument in any ensemble in ancient Greece. The term probably owes its origins to Aristotle, who classified three types of poetry – lyric, dramatic and epic. It was used to describe the emotions of a lover or a hero and is most often written in the first person. The lyric dates to the ancient Greece and was later taken up by the Roman poets as well as ancient Persian poets.
The now extremely popular Ghazal took origin from the Lyric during 10th century AD. The famous Hafiz and Amir Khusroo as well as Omar Khayyam Omar khayyamare some of the well know Persian poets who made Ghazals popular and still considered some of the best ever written. Rhyming lyrics filtered down from the Persian poets to the western poets during the middle ages and the Persian poets are considered masters in the art of lyrical poetry.

Lays of Ancient Rome was compiled by Thomas Macaualay and published in 1881.  It is a collection of four ancient heroic episodes from Greek history along with a couple of more recent ones.  Lays_of_Ancient_Rome

 

The other well known collection is Lays of Ancient India which is a collection for English translation of ancient Indian narrative poetry.Lays of ancient India
Lays was spelled Lai in medieval French literature and was used for romantic interludes in Octasyllabic forms. Many poems were composed based on Celtic legends in 12th century and was popularised by several French poets.
Lais of Marie de FranceThe Lyrical poetry was constructed in strict metric structure using one of meters – Iambic, Trochaic, Pyrrhic, Anapestic, Dactylic and Spondaic, depending on the number of syllables and the amount of stress on each syllable. As it can be seen, these poems were constructed to be sung and not just recited. One might say lyrical poetry was the origin of the other forms of poetry including sonnet.

 

 

 

 

One of the famous Lay – Love – was written by William Wordsworth in 18th century in Cumbria, UK.Daffodils wordsworth

LOVE;
All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal Frame,
All are but Ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o’er again that happy hour,
When midway on the Mount I lay
Beside the Ruin’d Tower.

WordsworthWilliam Wordsworth

 

The Lays during medieval period were written describing the love and passion between a knight and his lady of high born, often ending in tragedy. The structure allowed for the poets to convey emotions of love and sadness with passion.

 

 

Man often finds himself torn apart by deceit and treachery. The emotions of despair and loneliness at times when one feels the world is against him and he is alone in a world full of people. It is a difficult emotion to describe and express at best of times, particularly when he feels that the whole world is against him.

It is a man’s world

There are people hundreds and more
Yet I feel all alone in this world
Surrounded by friends, family and more
And yet so alone in my mind

I walk for miles seeking a sight
Sight of solace and peace in this realm
But all I find is treachery, fear and deceit
Deceit of mind and body of realm

Sold at will by those I trusted
With all my soul and heart
Treachery of will and power crusted
Fear of unremitting pain and hurt

It is hard in the world to give
The given stabbed me in the nether
Take everything with nothing to give
And destroy my life, love and my creature

They tell me it’s a man’s world
Who, may I ask is this man?
Who rules ruthlessly this world?
In form and fashion not a man

They tell me it’s a man’s world
Where one is right, good or bad
Where everything is sold
For a price anything can be had

I walk for miles seeking solace
I think for hours searching for peace
I can neither get peace nor solace
I walk for miles seeking solace.

Musings coverShankar Kashyap

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