gerardcarey
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- CFx2, CPx1
When that April with his showers soote……...........showers sweet
The drought of March hath piercèd to the root
And bathèd every vein in such liquor………..............rootlet / liquid
Of which virtúe engendered is the flower;
When Zephyrus eke with his sweetè breath….........the West Wind / also
Inspirèd hath in every holt and heath…………...........grove & field
The tender croppès, and the youngè sun…...........…young shoots / Spring sun
Hath in the Ram his halfè course y-run………............in Aries / has run
And smallè fowlès maken melody……………...............small birds
That sleepen all the night with open eye…….............who sleep
(So pricketh them Natúre in their couráges)…..........spurs / spirits
Then longen folk to go on pilgrimáges……...........people long
And palmers for to seeken strangè strands…......pilgrims / shores
To fernè hallows couth in sundry lands……….......distant shrines known
I always take a great and gentle pleasure in the first lines of Geoffrey Chaucer’s 600 yr old ‘Prologue to the Canterbury Tales’. Rather more poignantly this year as I plan to depart SJPDP around September 1st.
AND NOW APRIL’S HERE!
And Geoffrey is correct.
I’m longen bad.
Gerard
The drought of March hath piercèd to the root
And bathèd every vein in such liquor………..............rootlet / liquid
Of which virtúe engendered is the flower;
When Zephyrus eke with his sweetè breath….........the West Wind / also
Inspirèd hath in every holt and heath…………...........grove & field
The tender croppès, and the youngè sun…...........…young shoots / Spring sun
Hath in the Ram his halfè course y-run………............in Aries / has run
And smallè fowlès maken melody……………...............small birds
That sleepen all the night with open eye…….............who sleep
(So pricketh them Natúre in their couráges)…..........spurs / spirits
Then longen folk to go on pilgrimáges……...........people long
And palmers for to seeken strangè strands…......pilgrims / shores
To fernè hallows couth in sundry lands……….......distant shrines known
I always take a great and gentle pleasure in the first lines of Geoffrey Chaucer’s 600 yr old ‘Prologue to the Canterbury Tales’. Rather more poignantly this year as I plan to depart SJPDP around September 1st.
AND NOW APRIL’S HERE!
And Geoffrey is correct.
I’m longen bad.
Gerard
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