Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Friday, October 31, 2014
In a Cocoon of Egyptian Cotton
Wrapped in a cocoon of Egyptian cotton
Blue and golden patterned threads
You bought for me on a side street
In Cairo I watch the clouds condense
Into a dark late afternoon knowing
It will not snow though there on Starr's
Mountain it will as we shiver
This Eve of the Day of the Dead
A piano leads the orchestra through
Prokofiev's Third as I wrap the cover
Tighter smiling at the exuberance the elan
As I recall every path through woods
Snow falling bleaching out the worldwide
Woes I have always crunched with joy
For the cold warms my soul and brings me
Relief from all-consuming nescience
Jack 10-31-14
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