Fragrance in the Writing of James Baldwin

Fragrance in the Writing of James Baldwin

Next there was heard a joyous whistling among the pine trees, and a whir-whirring as of the wings of a thousand birds; and there was a fragrance in the air like the fragrance of countless wildflowers, and a soft breathing like the breath of a sleeping child. The South Wind crept softly up to the smithy door, it peeped slyly in, and said merrily:
"What now, old friend and companion? What will you have me do?"

The sampo: hero adventures from the Finnish Kalevala
By James Baldwin

We must not forget what the fragrance of the flowers can do. Have you ever noticed the delicious odor which comes from beds of mignonette, mint, or sweet alyssum? These plants have found another way of attracting the insects; they have no need of bright colors, for their fragrance is quite as true and certain a guide. You will be surprised if you once begin to count them up, how many dull-looking flowers are
sweet-scented, while some gaudy flowers have little or no scent. Still we find some flowers, like the beautiful lily, the lovely rose, and the delicate hyacinth, which have color and fragrance and graceful shapes all combined.
Reading with expression
By James Baldwin, Ida C. Bender

In the wood of Ardennes, far from the common haunts of men, there was a meadow, shut in on all sides by tall trees and a thick growth of underwood. There the ground was covered with a rich carpet of the tenderest green grass, speckled with daisies and buttercups, and bordered with wild-roses and lilies-of-the-valley; and the air was sweet with the fragrance of the spring blossoms, and musical with the joyous notes of the song-birds. It was a place fitted for rest and pleasant thought, where the harsh sounds of warlike strife and busy labor could never intrude.
The story of Roland
By James Baldwin

"Then the Ocean-nymphs, with the fragrance of flowers and a rustling sound like the whirr of birds, came floating through the air, and hovered about the crag where Prometheus was bound. They had heard the clank of the iron and the heavy blow of the sledge resounding to the very cavern-depths of Ocean; and they had hastened to come, and offer him their sympathy.
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A story of the golden age
By James Baldwin

"Long years ago, before the evil days had dawned, King Volsung ruled over all the land which lies between the sea and the country of the Goths. The days were golden; and the good Frey dropped peace and plenty everywhere, and men went in and out and feared no wrong. King Volsung had a dwelling in the midst of fertile fields and fruitful gardens. Fairer than any dream was that dwelling. The roof was thatched with gold, and red turrets and towers rose above. The great feast-hall was long and high, and its walls were hung with sun-bright shields; and the door-nails were of silver. In the middle of the hall stood the pride of the Volsungs, — a tree whose blossoms filled the air with fragrance, and whose green branches, thrusting themselves through the ceiling, covered the roof with fair foliage. It was Odin's tree, and King Volsung had planted it there with his own hands.

The story of Siegfried
By James Baldwin

High on the deck they built the funeral-pile; and they placed the body upon it, and covered it with costly garments, and with woods of the finest scent; and the noble horse which had been Balder's they slew, and placed beside him, that he might not have to walk to the halls of Death. And Odin took from his finger the ring Draupner, the earth's enricher, and laid it on the pile. Then Nanna, the faithful wife, was overcome with grief, and her gentle heart was broken, and she fell lifeless at the feet of the Asa-queen. And they carried her upon the ship, and laid her by her husband's side.
The story of Siegfried
By James Baldwin

A door beside him opened. Ten blue-eyed maidens arrayed in spotless white came in, two by two. The first couple carried a purple cushion of most beautiful workmanship; the second bore an ebony stand richly inlaid with gold; the rest carried in their hands flowers of every hue, whose fragrance soon filled the hall. Then, immediately, there was a burst of sweetest music, the most entrancing that mortal ears had ever listened to. And as its tones grew louder and more bewitching, the knights with one accord rose to their feet. For now the queen --Queen Repanse — came in.
Stories of the king
By James Baldwin, Sir Thomas Malory

Did you notice that delicious odor of apple blossoms mingled with the perfume of violets and roses, which seemed to fill the air with a benediction and a poem? It was borne to you on the ambling hoofs of Hofwarpner, which are so light that, while they gather sweetness from whatever flower they touch, yet they have never been known to crush the most fragile blossom that opens to the sun.
The horse fair
By James Baldwin

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