Because I don't *do* wussy poets...

[rebness]

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.

T.S Eliot - Little Gidding

It’s still technically the most rubbish season of them all, but spring is grappling with winter. These things have happened in the last couple of weeks:

· Daffodils have started to come out
· Birds are now singing as dusk falls
· I don’t go home in that accursed BLACK, but to the backdrop of a rosy sky
· There is the comforting smell of freshly-cut grass everywhere, allergies be damned
· I see the sun with my own eyes, not just in pretty pictures in books
· The new season of floaty, dreamy clothes is out
· I can see the rabbits in the field opposite when I get home

How on earth can something so simple and eternal as the turning of a season make a person feel so good? I don’t know, but I’m certainly not complaining.

There shall be no odes to daffodils in this journal, by the way.

Comments

[ozfille]

No Wordsworth??? Awww!!! Leader of the English Romantic Pastoral Pack of early 19th Century poets. Don't you wan to wander 'lonely as a cloud'?

You're just suffering an early outbreak of Spring Fever, better than Hay Fever I suppose.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Spring fever is my favourite kind of fever. Saturday night fever is a close second, though.

I hate him, hate him, hate him! He made an entire semester hell for me, what with his Lakes pontificating and his odes to daffodils and mud and cows and stuff.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

"The Reverie of Poor Becky" -- are you sure it's not all just a vision?!

[rebness.livejournal.com]

You've been sniffing those daffodils again, haven't you?

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

You might know only two poems of Wordworth's, but some of us know three, okay?

[rebness.livejournal.com]

If you want to be a sadomasochist and inflict pain upon yourself, don't come crying to me when your eyes decide they'd rather stay shut than read any more Wordsworth.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

My soul, however, will thank me.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL and SMASH him, Kt! >:O

Or at least, we could if he weren't already dead.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

YES, BUT HE GAVE POETRY TO THE COMMON MAN. THAT IS IMPORTANT.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

THE COMMON MAN WOULD HAVE PREFERRED SOME BLACK PUDDING RATHER THAN TRIPE ABOUT FLOWERS.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

THE COMMON MAN SHOULD BE HAPPY HE CAN EVEN READ POETRY AND THAT THE POETS STOPPED BEING SNOBBY WITH THEIR ARCHAIC LANGUAGE.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

A THOUSAND THOUS AND THEES ARE PREFERABLE TO CLOUDS AND HILLS

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

I'm talking about poetic diction. Synonyms and shit, man, not a few old forms of pronouns. The Anglo-Saxon poets, right? They're all, "Why use a common old noun, when five obscure and nuanced ones could be used interchangeably instead?!" But to be fair, they also had the alliterative thing going on, and that's got to put a strain on things.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Verily, I hath just been for a walk, and I didst see squirrels, a magpie and some daffodils.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

Don't make me quote Old English at you.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Thou art a villain, Spanna. :(

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone how you misspelt it the first time.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

>: You wench!

I had a brief moment of stupidity. It comes and goes in waves, Naan.

[jaffacakequeen.livejournal.com]

i dont get poetry :-/ and definitley not floaty light stuff as that! ewww

i think your daffys are a bit early, they will suffer in this frost :-( poor things

[rebness.livejournal.com]

TS Eliot? Fluffy! :O

You have wounded me, Pen, verily.

Oh, all right. His cat poetry was just wrong, but dude! Preludes! The Waste Land!

Oh, the daffodils aren't flowering properly yet. They're just peeking out, tossing their heads in sprigh-- somebody stop me. :-/

[jaffacakequeen.livejournal.com]

Becky's gone all floaty light, flowery dresses and quoting poetry with daffodils in her hair! :-D