altariel | Keep it short

A meme from

communicator (who did Yeats), done so well too here by

the_wild_iris (Ez Pound) and here by

executrix (The Bard): write some well known lines in words of one beat each.

My turn!

That month ere May is worst, it blooms
In the dead land, it blurs
Once-thought and wish-thought, it stirs
Dull roots with spring rain.
The long dark kept us warm, it cloaked
Earth in blank snow, it fed
What's left of life with deep dried corms.
The heat caught us, it fell on the peaks and the lake
With a shock of rain; we stopped in the shade of stone trees,
And went on in the sun, to the court,
And took tea, and talked for an hour.
Ich bin nicht Russe, ich bin Nord, echt deutsch.
And when we were young, guests of the arch-duke,
Blood of my blood, he took me out on a sled,
And I was scared. He said, May,
May, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the heights, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south at the fall of the year.

My brain hurts...