Looking for a timely poem celebrating the merrie month of May, I finally gave up. Poems about the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la, don't seem to fit my mood this year.
Then a Facebook post reminded me that today, May 10, 2017, is Vesak. I snagged the following poem from the net. Seems a better fit to me.
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There would be lanterns alighted all over the island
vanishing your darkness of ignorance
Stealing a line from Proust to introduce an old poem of my own from a springtime long ago.
The Ensnaring Glances of Men
Their faces line the fence posts with
Their brown beards waving in the wind and
Laughing eyes that call me from the road
(And singing, singing...)
The heads that laughed on London Bridge and
Grinned on pikes from ear to ear
Could not have touched me more.
(Oh, good Christ, they sing! Their voices!) Read more about Remembrance of Things Past
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Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
'Tis no good pretending that this Midwinter is a merry one.
by John Keats
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IN a drear-nighted December
Too happy happy tree
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
I can almost picture Thomas Hardy, working late one summer night, the window open to cool the heat from an August day when, perhaps, it had been a bit too hot to work. And I was delighted to find that a dumbledore is not only a wizard, but also a bumblebee.