~ My Love in her attire doth show her wit ~My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.
~.~
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Date: 2008-04-12 05:09 pm (UTC)Somewhere in the Mabigonion, there's a bit that describes a beautiful woman; and what it describes are her clothes. As far as I could tell, she could have had the face of a troll, for all the notice the text takes of it. But the Celts were very, very clear on the beauty of the human body. And it occurred to me that the translators must have fucked up; the word should have been something like "Glamour".
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Date: 2008-04-18 06:40 pm (UTC)