Sunday, February 1, 2015

A Tyrant Spell and Tiddely Pom: Poems for the Snow

The Northeast is gearing up for another storm.  I'll be honest...I'm not looking forward to the shoveling.  I try not to dream too much of warm places and palm trees while I'm out in the cold...and really the snow is quite beautiful and breathtaking in its own way.


But one needs something to pass the time while clearing the driveway, so I would suggest poetry.  Yes, poetry.

Recently I've been trying to get better acquainted with Emily Bronte.  Here's a good one:

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare bough weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

When digging out my car, I like to think: "A tyrant spell has bound it!  It cannot, cannot go!" and I feel better.  Somehow.  You know?

And if that's not to your liking, there's always our dear old friend Pooh Bear:

The more it snows
        (Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
        (Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
        (Tiddely pom),
   On snowing.

And nobody knows
        (Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes
        (Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes
        (Tiddely pom),
   Are growing.

I'd like to get into the swing of more frequent book reviews here on the blog - there is a brand new bookish vlog on my YouTube channel with my brother Athos and lots of Shakespeare and silliness - but in the meantime, I figured I'd content myself with some verse.

If you're feeling in a poetic mood now, you could also go read my Wordsworth posts. :)

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