Friday, October 17, 2008

Poetry Friday - 29

I don't know about anywhere else, but after a burst of unseasonable warmth last weekend (that saw me wearing t-shirt and shorts), it's been perishing cold here the last two mornings, so I thought I'd bring you an appropriate sonnet by Shakespeare:

126. Spring and Winter ii

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.



This week's Poetry Friday round-up will be over at Becky's Book Reviews.

4 comments:

Kelly Fineman said...

I do so love my Will.

That last line about greasy Joan reminded me of Audrey from As You Like It and this line: "I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul." Funny what tricks the mind will play.

Michele said...

I love my Will too - as evidenced by the fact he turns up here so regularly!!

I really must get to "As You Like It" at some stage!

sheila said...

My husband has recited this at least 400X since I've known him. It used to give me the creeps, but time has worn away all that. Now I find it mildly intriguing. Go figure.

Michele said...

Interesting...