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When the calendar brings in the cuckoo
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
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lesser_celery's, has been accepted by Ideomancer. There is still an impressive amount of snow in the front yard.
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
It's the first day of spring. My poem "If Fallen Angels Dream of Flight," written in 2004 for a dream of
lesser_celery's, has been accepted by Ideomancer. There is still an impressive amount of snow in the front yard.
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I must get my Swinburne out and re-read the whole poem.
"Come with bows drawn and with emptying of quivers...."
What wonderful language!
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It's very handily online.
The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair
Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes;
The wild vine slipping down leaves bare
Her bright breast shortening into sighs;
The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves,
But the berried ivy catches and cleaves
To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare
The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.