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The First of May

The orchards half the way
From home to Ludlow fair
Flowered on the first of May
In Mays when I was there;
And seen from stile or turning
The plume of smoke would show
Where fires were burning
That went out long ago.

The plum broke forth in green,
The pear stood high and snowed,
My friends and I between
Would take the Ludlow road;
Dressed to the nines and drinking
And light in heart and limb,
And each chap thinking
The fair was held for him.

Between the trees in flower
New friends at fairtime tread
The way where Ludlow tower
Stands planted on the dead.
Our thoughts, a long while after,
They think, our words they say;
Theirs now's the laughter,
The fair, the first of May.

Ay, yonder lads are yet
The fools that we were then;
For oh, the sons we get
Are still the sons of men.
The sumless tale of sorrow
Is all unrolled in vain:
May comes to-morrow
And Ludlow fair again.


A. E. Housman, Last Poems XXXIV



Now I read it again, it seems pessimistic, but I still love the whistful nostalgia.

Date: 2009-05-01 07:34 am (UTC)
scribblemoose: (kenshin)
From: [personal profile] scribblemoose
Well, it is Houseman. I wouldn't really expect it to be cheerful. ;)

But it's beautiful, and you're beautiful, and I love you.

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