Saturday, January 29, 2011

Winter

by William Shakespeare



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-who;
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 birds sit 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-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

3 comments:

Jan Morrison said...

hey - love this - I always remember feeling bad for poor old Joan but right now - I'm off to keel the pot. Really...
check out my brother's blog - -45 where he is! http://qupanuaq.blogspot.com/2011/01/ikkii-ikkiirnaqtuq.html

Jan Morrison said...

hey - love this - I always remember feeling bad for poor old Joan but right now - I'm off to keel the pot. Really...
check out my brother's blog - -45 where he is! http://qupanuaq.blogspot.com/2011/01/ikkii-ikkiirnaqtuq.html

Robyn said...

Thanks for that link Jan. I am completely entranced by things so far north so it is fascinating to get that glimpse into someone's live there.