I had the pleasure of seeing the movie Coraline the other day and I must say that it was a wonderful experience. I mean how can you go wrong with a 3D, stop-motion animation, full length film? It was absolutely beautifully done and I would even have to say that I would love to see it once more before it is no longer in the theaters. Not only was it visually amazing, but the story was entertaining and the film was able to convey a moral for the children in the audience. One aspect of the film I found interesting was that the ghost children called the other mother 'The Beldam;' I had never heard this term before and according to IMDB the name came from a John Keats poem entitled "La Belle Dame sans Merci." This poem describes the enchantment of the Belle Dame which I found interesting in parallel with the movie. I wouldn't say this is one of Keats best works however it does provide an appropriate mystic, eerie characteristic.


La Belle Dame sans Merci

I.

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

II.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

III.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

IV.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

V.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

VI.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

VII.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”

VIII.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

IX.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.

X.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

XI.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

XII.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.