May Day
March 1, St. David’s Day:
the daffodils grow free
around Cardiff Castle keep;
they cluster in Roath Park,
while Blackweir Gardens
flourish with their flowering.
March 17, St. Patrick’s Day:
it’s the traditional first practice,
out of doors, for the Toronto Irish
Rugby Club and the players stand
round and shiver in weak sunlight
as shadows lengthen over the grass.
April 23, St. George’s Day:
International Book Day
and we celebrate the lives
of earlier writers … Shakespeare,
Miguel de Cervantes, El Inca
Garcilaso de la Vega, great,
but so little known outside Peru.
May 1, May Day, May Day:
the Morse Code call goes out,
Save our Souls, for we have sinned.
We have left so many days and lives
behind us now, as we move into spring.
I recall so many familiar faces,
now gone for ever. Today, I’ll gift them
virtual flowers, a bouquet of May bought
from the wise old women who know its secret
hiding places in the wet spring woods
and bring its early sunny scents,
wrapped in foil, to my breakfast table.
Comment: Raw poem. I wrote it this morning with our winter geraniums sitting on the back porch, in the rain, glistening and damp. Every fall, we bring the best plants into the house and they survive the winter warmed by the fire. Then in the spring, we release them to the outdoors once again. So many things released this spring, friends departed over the winter, their exit so sudden. Wrapped in the scents of early May, I dream of salvation for them and for me and for all who survive.
*writers
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Wonderful discription n comparison with other things.ur lovely writers;u r remembering but my favourite writer are Shakespeare,shally,keats n Alexender pope.do u like them dear roger moor?
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Among my favorites, though I am more familiar with the Spanish and French poets than with the English ones.
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And i m fond of english or hindi/urdu writers ,dear moor.what if happens if all famous writers write in thier languages.i admire all best creative writer n for reading them,i take d help of google.
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The world is so big, yet we so often reduce it to our own language and judge it by our own culture. I have been reading Chinese and Japanese poets, but always in English translation. Time is so precious …
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Yeah.dt is intresting way for remove d thirst of reading ,dear roger !!
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I loved the poem and your commentary on it. I’m sorry to hear that you had sudden loses. I echo Meg in hoping that the flowers bring healing and renewal…and that the weather stays warm for you!
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Thanks for the comments, Tanya. I’ll e-mail you separately.
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Roger I had no idea you’d suffered the loss of some friends over winter. I’m so sorry. I hope spring brings renewal and cheer and lovely scents back to your your realm. I love your raw poetry, by the way.
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Thanks for the comments, Meg. I’ll e-mail you separately.
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I’ll watch for it.
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