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lony
Unregistered User
(4/11/06 3:46 pm)
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help
hello
i am writing an essay about women beagger in tales and i have hard time to find any information about the subject.
can anybody help me?
(sorry for the english,i am from france)
merci.
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Writerpatrick
Registered User
(4/12/06 8:07 am)
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Re: help
The Little Match Girl comes to mind. There are a number of old ladies in stories but I can't think of many who are beggars.
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lony
Unregistered User
(4/12/06 8:53 am)
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thank you
thank you,
Specifficaly, I am looking for information about female beggers and their symbolic relation to Death.
merci
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searsmith
Registered User
(4/12/06 11:14 am)
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Loathly Lady (?)
You might look at the Loathly Lady tale type. I seem to remember a version in which the knight encounters her as a beggar woman, but I don't have the reference, and memory may have failed me.
Here's a link to a good discussion of the tale type: www.maryjones.us/jce/loathlylady.html.
Here's the wiki.
There is also an Irish beggar woman who turns out to be a divine agent in Kingsley's extended fairy tale / fantasy, The Water-Babies. She has something of this loathly lady quality (desexualized, of course, but grounded in recognition of inner beauty and its subversion of norms about what is to be considered high and low amongst women, and human beings more generally in Kingsley's case).
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Veronica Schanoes
Registered User
(4/12/06 12:08 pm)
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beggar women
My first thought was of the old beggar woman in Perrault's Diamonds and Toads, for what that's worth.
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AliceCEB
Registered User
(4/12/06 12:34 pm)
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Re: beggar women
In THE TALKING EGGS by Robert San Souci, the old beggar woman turns out to be a witch who grants gifts of eggs with precious contents to the kind girl who helps her and ends up giving egss with stinging and biting animals to her mean sister.
Best,
Alice
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bielie
Unregistered User
(4/13/06 1:41 pm)
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Beggars
There once was a king, who called for the spring,
For his world was still covered in snow,
But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean,
In his winter-fields nothing would grow;
And when a traveller called seeking help at the door,
Only food and a bed for the night,
He ordered his slave to turn her away,
The girl with April in her eyes...
Oh, oh, oh, on and on she goes,
Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow,
Hi, hi, hi, on and on she rides,
Someone help the girl with April in her eyes...
She rode through the night till she came to the light,
Of a humble man's home in the woods,
He brought her inside, by the firelight she died,
And he buried her gently and good;
Oh the morning was bright, all the world was snow-white,
But when he came to the place where she lay,
His field was ablaze with flowers on the grave,
Of the girl with April in her eyes...
Oh, oh, oh, on and on she goes,
Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow,
Hi, hi, hi, on and on she flies,
She is gone, the girl with April in her eyes...
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