tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364661476588393868.post170121128168898186..comments2023-10-12T01:57:21.311-07:00Comments on Litterbug: May Day!Alan Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04600883215748277587noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364661476588393868.post-53803029811596568882010-05-05T11:36:51.667-07:002010-05-05T11:36:51.667-07:00Excellent! Thanks for this Sam. I love it - wonder...Excellent! Thanks for this Sam. I love it - wonderful final couplet.Alan Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04600883215748277587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364661476588393868.post-40940413031654078332010-05-05T10:46:23.900-07:002010-05-05T10:46:23.900-07:00Thanks for posting this Alan. It gives me a good o...Thanks for posting this Alan. It gives me a good opportunity to re-visit Robert Creeley's response:<br /><br /><b>Wyatt's May</b><br /><br /><i>In May my welth and eke my liff, I say,<br />have stonde so oft in such perplexitie . . . </i><br />- Sir Thos. Wyatt<br /><br />In England May's mercy<br />is generous. The mustard<br /><br />covers fields in broad swaths,<br />the hedges are white flowered -<br /><br />but it is meager, so said.<br />Having tea here, by the river,<br /><br />huge castle, cathedral, time<br />passes by in undigested,<br /><br />fond lumps. Wyatt died<br />while visiting friends nearby,<br /><br />and is buried in Sherborne Abbey<br />"England's first sonnet-maker . . ."<br /><br />May May reward him and all<br />he stood for more happily now<br /><br />because he sang May,<br />maybe for all of us:<br /><br />"Arise, I say, do May some obseruance!<br />Let me in bed lie dreaming in mischaunce . . ."<br /><br />So does May's mind remember all<br />it thought of once.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14785473936389990163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364661476588393868.post-83475288607179444882010-05-02T13:50:39.580-07:002010-05-02T13:50:39.580-07:00Thanks for the comments Ed.
"they flee from ...Thanks for the comments Ed.<br /><br />"they flee from me that sometimes did me seek..."<br /><br />that was the first Wyatt poem I ever read - I still know it by heart today. Then Bunting sent me to the rest of Wyatt's work.Alan Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04600883215748277587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364661476588393868.post-620159663878241732010-05-01T15:43:27.121-07:002010-05-01T15:43:27.121-07:00Ths Wyatt, the Elder
very first poet that I "...Ths Wyatt, the Elder<br /><br />very first poet that I "studied"<br /><br />they flee from me that sometimes did me seek<br /><br />(....)<br /><br />and<br /><br />faire weil love and all thy lews forever<br />thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more (...)<br /><br />imagine so many poets working the same form and producing<br />so many great pieces<br /><br />just like today's poets, who<br />'know' the trade/craft, huh?<br /><br />recently reading The Sonnets of Plutarch<br /><br />and was suddenly struck<br /><br />that the Italian Big Three all had a mind and an eye for "love at first sight... Cupid's darts<br /><br /><br />then a-cross the channel.... courtly love...Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.com