When that aprill with his shoures soote
The droughte of march hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
When zephirus eek with his sweet breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye
(so priketh hem nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to— read lots of poetry!
Apologies to Chaucer: It’s national poetry month again! My sister-in-law is getting married on May 1st, and I am VERY excited for her, so expect a lot of love poetry this month. If you’re feeling particularly bitter, you might want to skip the blog this month. If you have some favorite love poems you’d like to see featured here, please leave a comment below and I’ll do my best to include it.
Happy Poetry Month!