When the calendar brings in the cuckoo

[sovay]

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)

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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My poem "If Fallen Angels Dream of Flight," written in 2004 for a dream of lesser_celery's, has been accepted by Ideomancer.

Congratulations.

There is still an impressive amount of snow in the front yard.

I'd gladly take some of it off your hands.

Magnet, "Opening Music / Loving Couples / The Ruined Church"

I burned the soundtrack to CD and have been listening to it whenever I drive somewhere. Lately I've been noticing how Christopher Lee puts a subtle emphasis on "man" when he mentions Howie's "appointment with the wicker man." It makes me wonder if there's a big wicker duck somewhere . . .

Sure wish I knew why the links to your poems are making my browser crash.

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Congratulations.

Thanks!

It makes me wonder if there's a big wicker duck somewhere . . .

That would, actually, be awesome.

Sure wish I knew why the links to your poems are making my browser crash.

That's not good. Which ones?

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That's not good. Which ones?

I read to fast--the only link here crashing my browser is actually the link to a Swinburne poem in your reply to poliphilo. The second link you made in the comments here actually works just fine. Maybe it's just that I'm using Firefox.