Tuesday, March 1, 2022

March Begins: The Heart's Desire

Some poems for a new month & earliest hints of Spring . . .
Jenny Kiss'd Me

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kiss'd me.

Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859)
from A Shropshire Lad, #X

The Sun at noon to higher air,
Unharnessing the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.

So braver notes the storm-cock sings
To start the rusted wheel of things,
And brutes in field and brutes in pen
Leap that the world goes round again.

The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the daffodils away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.

Afield for palms the girls repair,
And sure enough the palms are there,
And each will find by hedge or pond
Her waving silver-tufted wand.

In farm and field through all the shire
The eye beholds the heart’s desire;
Ah, let not only mine be vain,
For lovers should be loved again.

A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

P.S. Happy Mardi Gras!
Click here for a chart showing how rarely
Mardi Gras falls on March 1st,
coinciding with Martisor

"Mardi Gras. The farewell to flesh.
I dressed in feathers.
Pointed beak and glitter.
How we danced, through lights and confetti.
The good-bye to the body.
Not forever, but for now.

~ Carol Maso ~

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