Whan that April with his showeres soote
The drought of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every vein in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendered is the flower;
Whan Zephyrus, eek, with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tender croppes, and the yonge sunne
Hath in the Ram his halve course y-runne,
And smalle fowles maken melodye
That sleepen all the night with open ye
(So pricketh hem Nature in his corages),
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages. . .
--Geoffrey Chaucer
8 comments:
I've a tree that blossoms like your photo. Beautiful flowers! Nice poem to compliment!
Thank you, M'am!
I want to bury my face this these flowers. Or swim in them. Take a bath in them.
Thanks for sharing Chaucer with us. It's always nice to hear the words of an old friend.
That photo is so beautiful!
I can smell the fragrance from here.
Ah Spring! You have turned your back on us in order to face the other side. April showers are are more like storms over here! Chaucer was only half right!
Beautiful blossom - I feel enveloped.
Lovely, Joyce!
Hope you and your loved ones had a beautiful Easter! xo
Lovely flowers. And Chaucer. Very English.
Did you take that photograph, Joyce? Are those blossoms for real? They're fairy tale gorgeous.
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