leon stebbins (salve) wrote in disorderjournal, @ 2018-03-18 21:38:00 |
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After the ... questionable ... poetry I read here the other day, I thought about sharing something of Yeats (it was probably going to be The Song of Wandering Aengus) in honour of Ireland and all, but then I found this other one that was dated approximately 13-17th centuries. Anonymous, of course.
The son of the King of the River Muad,
in midsummer,
found a maiden in a greenwood:
she gave him blackberries
from the bushes,
and as love-token,
strawberries on a rush-tip.