Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the younge sonne
Hath in the Ram his half cours y-ronne
And smale foweles maken melodye
That slepen al the nyght with open eye
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrymages
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes kouthe in sondry londes
and specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende
The holy, blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the younge sonne
Hath in the Ram his half cours y-ronne
And smale foweles maken melodye
That slepen al the nyght with open eye
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrymages
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes kouthe in sondry londes
and specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende
The holy, blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke
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- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 22 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "This statement is false!".
- I am a guy from North Carolina (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Satan.
- I have 22 comments, 1 contest, 1 column, 12 poems
My Poetry
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Often I try to stand still but fail. Because everything shifts and moves. Lifts me up the drops and catches me. etches the results all over me. And I come no closer to understanding. Landing face4 lines, May 7, 2007
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Do not write for an audience? But when I write, I am the audience that experiences the piece first. So is it worse to write for no one or for myself? If I let the piece spill out and fill the page piece by p
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23 lines, 1 comment, March 21, 2007. In Contemporary, Nature
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My thoughts are explosions
Seeping outwards like dynamite
