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Thursday, March 26, 2009

age

the age
I used to call old . . .
winter solstice
A winter solstice poem after the vernal equinox? This was, of course, written a while back. I was waiting for it to appear at temps libre. Here's how it looks in French (translation by Serge Tome):
l'âge
que j'ai l'habitude d'appeler vieux . . .
solstice d'hiver
This was in part motivated by the fact that the solstice falls a few days before my birthday, and the most recent one, as regular readers of this blog know, was number 76.

15 Comments:

Blogger Devika said...

Don't think of age, Bill
be young at heart :)

wishes,
devika

7:24 PM  
Blogger John McDonald said...

well done Bill
john

2:10 AM  
Blogger polona said...

ha, i love this one.

who was it that said, old age is always 15 years older than i am?

1:10 PM  
Blogger Magyar said...

Great one, Bill. _m

6:57 PM  
Anonymous Monika said...

cet âge
que j'appelais "vieux" avant -
solstice d'hiver

8:19 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

nice Bill


much love
gillena

9:42 AM  
Blogger Juhani Tikkanen said...

migratory birds returning
and asking
nothing

(Hmn, made a hay(na)ku here?!)
Cheers, Bill!

11:38 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

At heart is the easy part, Devika.

polona, I think I've said that a few times.

Merci, Monika. I'll add your translation to my file.

Well-mannered birds, tikkis.

And thanks, John, Magyar, and Gillena.

8:41 AM  
Blogger Devika said...

true, Bill :))

wishes,
devika

10:10 AM  
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Blogger Bill said...

Pleased to hear it, Lady F. Drop in any time.

8:27 AM  
Blogger jem said...

It's funny when you catch up with ages you used to only imagine. I'm a few years shy of 40, and I can't believe I remember drinking wine on my parents 40th birthdays, and imagining I'd be so different by the time I reached mine. Just shows what we know ;)

7:40 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

And we find we are just the same, only different.

9:52 AM  
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