Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday Poetry Post

Emerging at Muscatatuck National Wildlife Refuge
   

The Winter's Tale Act IV, Scene II [When daffodils begin to peer]
by William Shakespeare

(A Road near the Shepherd's Cottage. Enter Autolycus, singing.)

When daffodils begin to peer,
   With heigh! The doxy over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
   For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
   With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
   For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

The lark, that tirra-lyra chants,
   With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay,
Are summer songs for me and for my aunts,
   While we lie tumbling in the hay.

9 comments:

  1. (A forested path near the Crones' Hut. Enter Atropos, sharpening her shears.)

    Autolycus stops to smell the roses,
    he skips his steps and he sings.
    He is keenly aware of what no one else knows --
    he comes only to thieve away Spring.

    Atropos waits patiently nearby in the trees
    among the berries and rosemaries and climbing vines;
    she is keenly aware of what no one else sees --
    Autolycus is nearly out of time.

    Autolycus greets women with laughter quite gay,
    and then, he takes off his pants.
    Atropos watches them all roll in the hay,
    "Dude, what the hell are you doing with your aunts?!"

    Happy Sunday to all!

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  2. [suppressing wild laughter lest I wake up Mason] Jen, I was wondering the same thing — but you came up with a MUCH better response!

    Yesterday was spent almost entirely offline, but I got a lot of my stuff done. Motorcycles often come with a tool kit, usually made of crappy metal and often useless, but the plug wrench worked better than anything else I could have laid hands on. New spark plug, fresh oil, battery charged up… slap the last two side panels on & I'm ready to roll! And hey — looks like Monday and Tuesday are rain-free!!! Also got the trunk of my car cleaned out… oh yeah, that's where I put those UPS batteries. Also got a ****-ton of The Boy's (and Snippet's) crap out of there, found a couple of Mason's toys, about a buck's worth of change, and Daughter Dearest's kite.

    Now that I have the UPS batteries, I can buzz by Batteries Plus to get new ones. And one for my new solar charger. This is lots of fun: I thought I would have to cannabalize a UPS to get a charging circuit. Nope, just clip a battery on, hook up the panel, then your 12V devices. I'll have a blog post up today or tomorrow.

    Beth, I was bummed that Gonzaga lost last night. Not that I care that much, I just like the name. :-)

    May all your brackets stand unbroken & someone (who's not your aunt) invites you to roll in the hay today…

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  3. Morning! Wakin' up to Will S - what a treat. :) And daffy-down-dillies!

    Yep, Gonzaga lost a close one, sigh. And Duke was ousted, ouch. Syracuse is still hanging in there, but I don't think they'll make it far. My bracket needs CPR... Thanks for rooting them for whatever reason, LK!

    Took a walk around the neighborhood this morning - simply gorgeous. Quiet times are nice in a tourist town. Off to hear my guy play this afternoon. Have a publisher who might be interested in one of my books, so am gonna spend the morning reading my mss and see if I can tighten it up. Putting the ebook project on hold until I find out what's happening with that. Will know more next month.

    Happy peaceful Sunday, y'all...

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  4. In the 1600s according to the OED, aunt was also a word meaning, "a bawd, a procuress; a prostitute." Earlier it had meant, "an old woman." Think how in just the past few years the word cougar has changed in meaning.

    So Autolycus may have been sowing is oats, but probably not in the family's fields.

    Sometimes the urge to slip into teacher mode is just too strong. Happy Sunday all.

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  5. Larry, I'm happy to amuse you. I'm also envious of your geeky mechanical fun weekend! All I've got going on over here is making lazy Sunday dinner: potato soup with onion & garlic, meat loaf, steamed broc & cauli.

    Jim, I hope it will please the teacher in you to know that I actually did go on a little etymological adventure due to my unfamiliarity with the word "doxy", and in the doing, I ran across a reference to this usage of "aunt" but decided to have some fun with it anyway. I was hopeful that calling his laughter "gay" before he de-pantsed himself for ladies would be the giveaway that I was funnin' with the evolution of meaning, but I am sometimes too oblique with these things. Just so you know, I will be laughing at "probably not in the family's fields" for the rest of the day.

    Hey, isn't Gonzaga a cheese? ;p Okay seriously, best of luck with the publisher, Beth.

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  6. Relieved to hear that Aunts aren't Aunts! It's Mother's Day here, a kind of graft of the US celebration on to the traditional Mothering Sunday when servant girls were allowed to take flowers to their mothers. I loathe the commercialisation and in our family it's always something homemade or simple flowers. Mind you, my treat today was to have lunch cooked for her mother and me (and the menfolk) by my 11 year old granddaughter, who served up roast chicken with all the trimmings, followed by strawberry flan made from scratch - even the pastry and creme patissiere. Brilliant, I'm going to employ her next time we have someone over for a meal!

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  7. Happy Mother's Day, Nicola. Sounds like you had a great lunch and a terrific grand daughter.

    Jen, "pugging tooth" was the one that sent me to the dictionary.

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