It's nothing but a sprout, but it's well budded out
Rabbit, rabbit! Happy May Day!
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asakiyume's and influenced by a fifth-century vase painting; the second is not the story I thought of writing after the Boston Lyric Opera's A Midsummer Night's Dream in 2011, but it is still Hermia/Puck, so I regret nothing.
My elementary school used to sing a version of this song for May Day. I carried it with me for years: We've been wandering all of the night and the best part of the day, and now returning back again, we bring you a branch of May. A branch of May we bring to you, and at your door we stand—it's nothing but a sprout, but it's well budded out by the work of nature's hand. It was incredibly strange in high school to be browsing one of the small independent bookstores that still existed in those days—a very crystally, new-age one, with as much traffic in gems and dreamcatchers as books or CDs—and suddenly hear a version of its refrain woven into the lyrics of Loreena McKennitt's "The Mummers' Dance," but that's the folk tradition. We had solstice carols and a harvest festival, too.
My poems "Ariadne in Queens" and "A Vixen When She Went to School," published last November in The Cascadia Subduction Zone 8.4, are now free to read online with the rest of their issue. The first was written shortly after rewatching The Big Combo (1955), inspired by a comment of
asakiyume's and influenced by a fifth-century vase painting; the second is not the story I thought of writing after the Boston Lyric Opera's A Midsummer Night's Dream in 2011, but it is still Hermia/Puck, so I regret nothing.My elementary school used to sing a version of this song for May Day. I carried it with me for years: We've been wandering all of the night and the best part of the day, and now returning back again, we bring you a branch of May. A branch of May we bring to you, and at your door we stand—it's nothing but a sprout, but it's well budded out by the work of nature's hand. It was incredibly strange in high school to be browsing one of the small independent bookstores that still existed in those days—a very crystally, new-age one, with as much traffic in gems and dreamcatchers as books or CDs—and suddenly hear a version of its refrain woven into the lyrics of Loreena McKennitt's "The Mummers' Dance," but that's the folk tradition. We had solstice carols and a harvest festival, too.
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Thank you!
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(Though I picture the satyr being bit snarky at being set loose in the world on May Day, as if they weren't expected to be able to compete with the attractions of Valentine's.)
Incidentally I Love all the whitespace in the publication.
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Thank you!
(Though I picture the satyr being bit snarky at being set loose in the world on May Day, as if they weren't expected to be able to compete with the attractions of Valentine's.)
Oh, I think he's definitely worth Valentine's Day.
Incidentally I Love all the whitespace in the publication.
It is a very nice magazine all round. I consistently like their cover art, which is no kind of guarantee with me.