Thursday, 12 June 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


From Love's Labour's Lost
Act V Scene ii

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit,
Tu-who! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And bird sits brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit,
Tu-who! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

William Shakespeare
(23rd April 1564 - 23rd April 1616)

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