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among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture Marly Youmans is a novelist and poet out of sync with the times
but in tune with the ages. --First Things

Sunday, April 03, 2016

Hysteron proteron

Mother Nature: "Let us have spring, and then a good winter's snow!"

Small imp: "Let us have first colors, and then freeze them into crystal."

Smaller imp: "Spring magic and then tricksy snow magic! Snowflakes as big as quarters, and close together, so that nothing can be seen but the crows on the white roofs and a few black branches!"

Me, 8:00 a.m., thinking: What a starry, thickly-falling snow out of a dead white sky... onto the just-opened daffodils, the carpet of scilla, the brave little crocuses, the head-bent Lenten roses. Drat, where are my boots?

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  1. Drat! Your boots are in my car, my dear Titania. Bought 'em at TJ Maxx, after the Feb 16 ice storm and have not needed them since. But if it soothes your vernal heart, we've had a ferocious wind-storm here that lasted much of the night, and I was much afeared the dang vanished neighbors' pine branches --if not their trees--would crash again into my house and destroy the Southwest corner of it altogether, which has still not been fully repaired from February's damage. Imps? More like churls with Oberon's heart, and Bottom in the lead! Even down here, the north wind bloweth yet. (PS "Vanished" modifies "neighbors" here, and not their east-leaning trees, alas!)

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    1. Sounds like you need to have a chat with your neighbors. I expect fairies could be imps as well....

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  2. Ah, what fools these mortals be (who would dare to think they can stay one step ahead of Nature). Long live Romanticism, Nature, and spritely visions! (You've gotten me off the recliner and sent me outside with a smile as a greeting to Nature.)

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    1. The winds have blown away the snow--until tonight--and brought blue sky and sun. Supposed to snow again after midnight, alas.

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    2. A small gift . . .
      http://thewritersalmanac.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-poets-light-but-lamps-offered-in.html

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  3. the sun is shining, we planted a magnolia tree, daffodils in flower along with dandeliions, but it would be insensitive for me to mention all that, so i won't...

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    1. Very kind of you not to mention all those lovely things!

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  4. We got the lower end of this wave of weird storms. Last night, after hours of wind, our yard got foggy for a few minutes and then instantly there was a thin layer of snow on everything. Today I noticed that some of the green wheat grass on nearby farms turned into huge and stunning fields of dull gold, which I assume is some sort of dormancy response to an unexpected freeze. It was beautiful, but I'm done with this; I have marigolds and herbs to plant, dangit.

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    1. As we once had 30 inches here on May 25th, I wait until June to feel snow-free. I have seen snow in the summer in Cooperstown but just a few flakes whirling in the wind.

      Well, those changes of fields and weather will make a good appearance in your calendar poem!

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  5. Sorry to hear that old man winter lingers! I won't mention the spring flowers and baby crows and ... I have not forgotten such springs growing up in Winnipeg where you could count on the May long weekend as the last possible snowflake day.

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    1. I am having Southern fantasies... Do hope no little birds are on the way quite yet. And the flowers are all twice-buried now.

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  6. P.S. Note that I blame "Old Man Winter", not Mother Nature :-)

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.