End of summer falls
on Roadrunner like an anvil—
splat! comes the autumn...
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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6 comments:
Ah! The very Acme of autumnal haiku!
Not to quibble (it's poetry after all), but doesn't the anvil generally miss the Roadrunner?
True, true. Poetic license? Or even the roadrunner shan't elude the calendar...
Remarkable: a haiku, koan and Loony Toon all in one compact package!
That was cute. I've got a poem in my files some where in which I ran down the road runner while en route from Phoenix to Los Angeles . . .
That was cute. I've got a poem in my files some where in which I ran down the road runner while en route from Phoenix to Los Angeles . . .
Jim, that poor roadrunner isn't escaping us. And I'd like to see that poem some day.
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