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Saturday, March 30, 2013

How could Chaucer be a mini anything?

Kerry has given the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads a choice of opposing poetic opinions for the Sunday mini-challenge this Easter weekend.

First, the opening lines from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, here translated from the medieval to the modern.


When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root

and the second poet, none other than T.S. Eliot, who deplores March in these two lines
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of dead land...
 
Teodoro S. Gruhl
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Kerry asks us to take on one of these two opposing opinions about the month of April, and write a poem about April as we see it, or as we choose to see it this weekend — we are free to present our own opinions or to side with one of these poets for today's poem.
  
For most of my life, I would have agreed with Chaucer. April on the west coast of British Columbia is a glorious time of year.
  
Now, however, I live on the Canadian prairie, where April is considered part of winter, and no planting is done until after mid-May, so I will have to go with T.S. Eliot this weekend.

April is the cruelest month indeed
with sunshine but no flowers, and no seed
can be planted out of doors, but only in
greenhouses, or heated rooms within
the tight controlled climates of our lives.
The beekeeper hears no stirring in his hives,
while kids and calves and others take a chance
leaving the warmth of mother's womb to dance
upon the freezing, frozen prairie ground.

Kay Davies, March 30, 2013          

Michael Stirling
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16 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

sunshine but no flowers..

That line really sums up the conditions you describe beautifully.

Grace said...

Still cold here too Kay, but melting slowly ~ Those prairie blooms do take a long time to wake ~

Happy Easter ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I hate to tell you but today my daughter was suntanning in the yard in her shorts and tank top, getting a great start on her tan. The hummingbirds buzzed at the feeder, bumblebees were in all the blooming heather, and we ate out on the deck. I am so sorry, Kay!

Susie Clevenger said...

It is warm here, but I recently traveled further north and experienced a spring snow. May spring awaken soon where you are.

Kay L. Davies said...

@ Sherry — That's okay, kiddo, I simply choose not to believe you. You can't have suntanning and hummingbirds 'way up-island. Impossible. Tell me something else. LOL
Luv, K

HOOTIN ANNI said...

No snow here!! Of course. But we're not getting the rains either. Still in a drought.

Hope you're feeling much better these days. I've been wondering about you.

Marian said...

i hear you! sigh

Loredana Donovan said...

Oh, it's been a long and cold winter, too, in New York. Just starting to warm up a bit. Lovely imagery in your poem, and the photos are sweet. Happy Easter :)

Mara said...

April is probably more on the barren side here in Norway too. Even if the farm traffic has picked up lately!

Mama Zen said...

This is really beautiful, Kay!

Margaret said...

No stirring in the hives. But soon there will be. Very soon.

cieldequimper said...

Sweet.
Cold here. Happy Easter!

KaHolly said...

I have to agree with you there, Kay!! If I return to Atlantic Canada in April, I am always disappointed and spend most of my days curled up in a chair in front of the woodstove!!!

TALON said...

I feel your pain, Kay. They have forecast snow flurries this evening. I was so excited to see the very first crocus poke his nose out yesterday, but he'll be regretting it in the morning! :)

Robyn Greenhouse said...

That sounds like a a long winter if it goes into April!! At least you're getting closer to spring!

Emma Major said...

thanks for the education and entertainment, great poetry