Monday, April 10, 2006

Poetry Monday

What care the Dead, for Chanticleer

Emily Dickinson

What care the Dead, for Chanticleer-
What care the Dead for Day?
'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face-
And Purple Ribaldry-of Morning

Pour as blank on them
As on the Tier of Wall
The Mason builded, yesterday,
And equally as cool-

What care the Dead for Summer?
The Solstice had no Sun
Could waste the Snow before their Gate-
And knew One Bird a Tune-

Could thrill their Mortised Ear
Of all the Birds that be-
This One-beloved of Mankind
Henceforward cherished be-

What care the Dead for Winter?
Themselves as easy freeze-
June Noon-as January Night-
As soon the South-her Breeze

Of Sycamore-or Cinnamon-
Deposit in a Stone
And put a Stone to keep it Warm-
Give Spices-unto Men-

"Rooster And The Sun" by Vytautas Ignas

This Monday's selection is far from humorous, but--nevertheless--is inspired by Canterbury Tales.


Carrie K said...

Yes, but it fits my mood perfectly.

ttbookjunkie said...

I love Dikinson, I was enrolled in an all Dickinson class for Fall 2006 but it was cancelled :(.

I love the new look of your blog! Your did a great job. I will see you this June at the wool festival!

Amanda :)