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#GrowingUp, Childhood, Dylan Thomas, Housman, Millay, Milne, naivete, poetry prompt, Shakespeare, Youth
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
song from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Hello, poets! Dora here to welcome you to the first poetics of March. As I write this, I can hear the driving rain against the window panes announcing that winter’s frost will be seeing its last days and spring is on its way. Soon this northern half of the earth will be young and green once more, bursting with new life. It lifts our hearts, reminds us of days when time moved much more slowly and we didn’t, careening around every corner, days when we were so young.
In recounting the seven ages of man in his pastoral comedy As You Like It, Shakespeare said of the first three:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
By virtue of our very youth, we were also very green, were we not? Ready to rush in where angels fear to tread because a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, and, boy, did we think we knew it all?!
Mark Twain is often quoted as saying: “When I was 17, my father was so stupid, I didn’t want to be seen with him in public. When I was 24, I was amazed at how much the old man had learned in just 7 years.”
The creator of Winnie the Pooh, A. A. Milne wrote the following poem in the voice of a child who had just turned six:
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
— “Now We Are Six”
Looking back on his childhood, Dylan Thomas concludes “Fern Hill” by recalling how oblivious he was to time’s passage, taking his idylls for granted.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
–excerpt from “Fern Hill”; listen to Richard Burton read the whole poem here.
There were lessons we’ve learned now that we wish we had known then, lessons of love as well as life. A. E. Housman writes:
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
— “When I Was One and Twenty”
In “Being Young and Green,” Edna St. Vincent Millay picks up on that theme of naïveté in love:
Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded—
Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!
I’d like us for Poetics this week to write a poem on being “young and green” from whatever persona or viewpoint you choose to adopt, including Milne’s, which takes on the knowing mindset of a six-year-old; Housman’s or Millay’s of looking back at our younger selves with irony, or in Twain’s case, with amusement; or Thomas’ fond reminiscing at a seemingly timeless childhood paradise regained in memory. However you choose to approach it, let’s be “young and green” just for today.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Good evening… a nice prompt and opportunity to bring a glimpse a greener version of the aged librarian.
dorahak said:
Loved it, Björn. Anything about this larger-than-life character is a treat for us!
dorahak said:
You made him green indeed — without the dust too! 😀
dorahak said:
Hello, everyone! The rain’s let up momentarily here in Maryland and a balmy breeze is blowing.
Pub doors are open and we’re serving up your favorite treats including mine when I was a kid. I used to love freshly fried plantain or banana chips with a can of Dr. Pepper. I could binge-eat on that all day. Of course, if you’re in the mood for adult sustenance, the bar’s open too!
kim881 said:
Good evening all and thanks for hosting, Dora. I had no idea where your prompt would take me, which was further back in the past than I first imagined. I won’t be around for long tonight as I need to go to bed soon for my early start in the morning. I’m also excited about seeing Ellen and my grandsons, but also nervous about the five hour journey. Have fun!
dorahak said:
I’m so gald to see you before you leave, Kim, on your long journey. It’ll be more than worth it when you get to Ellen’s place but keeping you in my thoughts all the same. All best wishes for Lucas’ sixth birthday!
kim881 said:
Thank you, Dora, We also have Mothering Sunday this weekend, and on Saturday we’re going to the seaside to play Lucas’s favourite mini golf!
dorahak said:
I remember playing miniature golf (as we call it here) when I was a kid. What fun!
paeansunplugged said:
Dear Dora, a wonderful prompt! I love the poems you have shared.
Off to sleep now. Will catch up tomorrow.
dorahak said:
Thanks for dropping in, Punam! Have a nice slumber, my friend, and see ya tomorrow!
paeansunplugged said:
My pleasure, Dora. I am having a cup of coffee now. Wonder if you would share some banana chips with me!😀
dorahak said:
Punam, I would be delighted. And just in the nick of time, too. I had almost finished off the last batch! 😀
paeansunplugged said:
Ah! Thanks so much, Dora! 😀❤️
dorahak said:
🥰
Melissa Lemay said:
Love A. A. Milne. He wrote one of my favorite poems called The Island. Thanks for hosting, Dora. Hello everyone!
dorahak said:
Hi Melissa! Had to bring A.A. Milne in! I missed his work when I was growing up but discovered it with my kids.
Melissa Lemay said:
My mother bought me collections of Winnie the Pooh books. I wish I still had them.❤️
dorahak said:
I treasure the Milne books my kids read — so many good memories!
Sascha Darlington said:
Hi, Dora, from across the way in VA. Richard Burton reading Dylan Thomas is so stirring. Thanks for sharing it!
dorahak said:
Welcome, Sascha! I’m so glad you enjoyed his reading. Like Dylan Thomas, he’s Welsh too, one of the reasons I couldn’t resist including it.
K.L. Hale said:
Ah, Dora…young and green! I LOVE all of these authors and their perspectives on age and wisdom! Particularly, Mark Twain and A.A. Milne (one of my favs!). Although I won’t be joining in, I want to support when I can. I treasure you, dear and gifted friend! Thank you for all you do for the writing community and so much more! Love and blessings! 💕🙏
dorahak said:
Love and adore you, Karla! Thanks for dropping by, my friend. I couldn’t resist including that Twain quote and hope someone picks up that POV in their response! And Milne and childhood just go together for me — well into my adulthood, actually. 😉 I’m so gald you’re part of my writing community, else I’d never have met you. 💞💞
K.L. Hale said:
Aww…you’re so precious! Yes, I got that POV!! For sure!! I feel the same as you, my friend! I love and adore you! I sure wish I could be here EVERY day. You’re in my heart daily, though! 💕💕💕
rothpoetry said:
This is a great prompt, Dora. We all have our young and green nostalgia. I am still young an green! LOL. Thanks for hosting. I will give it a whirl! I had a hard day so it may be morning till I can get it together.
dorahak said:
Have a good rest, Dwight! Looking forward to your “young and green nostalgia” while feeling “young and green” — 😀
rothpoetry said:
Ha ha… we will see!
pvcann said:
A delightful prompt Dora, thank you.
dorahak said:
I am happy you liked it, Paul, thank you. I’ll be headed over to read after a morning errand. 😊
pvcann said:
No rush 🙂
M Jay Dixit said:
Hi, Dora, thanks for hosting! I’ve given the prompt a try, not at my best these days.
See you at the poetry trail ~ Jay
dorahak said:
About to hit the trail again, Jay, thank you for joining in. Sending a prayer your way, my friend, for “these days.”
lynn__ said:
A wonderful prompt, Dora! Love the idea of “young and green” memories and I do like to recite Christopher Robin’s poem to my grandkids as they turn 6 yrs. old (and I turn 6__) :D Pass the banana chips, please!
dorahak said:
You know what?! I saved some just for you! 🙌😀I can just imagine your reciting that on their sixth — how precious and such a sweet memory for them to treasure, Lynn. Glad you enjoyed the prompt!! Thank you. 🙏🏾 🤗
memadtwo said:
Better late than never…thanks Dora. (K)
dorahak said:
Exactly! I was hoping to see you! 🤗Looking forward to reading, Kerfe.
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