The March of Poetry, or, Helpful Recommendations (17)

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A rendered transliteration of the Middle English original.
For those of you not conversant with ME, þ ~= some kind of th.

Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wode nu.
Sing cuccu!

Awe bleteþ after lomb,
Lhouþ after calue cu,
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke verteþ.
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes þu cuccu.
ne swik þu naver nu!
Sing cuccu nu, Sing cuccu!

Sing me, sing you, sing cuccu too...

The world goes swift around
On an axis that shifts instant;
Sometimes it seems sound
that only change is constant.

Dreams are hard to share
Being so personal a metaphor;
For our needs that need care
Are the why that dreams are for.

Your time is not anyone else's,
So allot your hours as you may.
Call it a virtue to be selfish --
If that new self meets others halfway.

Longings deferred be not longings denied,
Long distances need not estrange --
A walk on your path can be tried,
But only my own can I change.

Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
and springst the world anew.
Spring and summer are coming, she said:
In season, let our own selves come true.

Life is all about timing...
the unreachable becomes reachable,
the unavailable become available,
the unattainable... attainable.
Have the patience, wait it out.
It's all about timing.
-Stacey Charter

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