National Poetry Day

[altariel]

With only 12 minutes to go, kalypso_v informs me that today was National Poetry Day. So here is something in honour of the two furry creatures hopping around Clare College earlier, as well as the little fellow who eyed me askance from the fence just outside the kitchen window on Sunday morning. And also because communicator likes Yeats.


Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

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[altariel.livejournal.com]

My mother can still recite great chunks of Shakespeare which she was made to learn at school. She resented it at the time, and is grateful for it now that she's retired and does a lot of crosswords.