Weekend Poems

 April 13:

Ode to Some Yellow Flowers Pablo Neruda Translated by Jodey Bateman

Against the blue moving its own blue,

the sea, and against the sky,

some yellow flowers.

October arrives.

And though it may be

so important for the sea to unroll

its myth, its mission, its yeast-like inspiration,

there explodes

over the sand the gold

of a single yellow plant

and your eyes

are fixed

on the ground,

they flee from the great sea and its rhythms.

We are and will be dust.

Not air, not fire, nor water

but

earth,

only earth

we will be

and maybe also

some yellow flowers.

Source: https://motherbird.com/OdeFlowers.html

April 14: 

‘John Anderson, My Jo’: A Poem by Robert Burns

‘John Anderson, My Jo’ is one of Robert Burns’s finest love poems or love songs. A brief note; ‘jo’ is Scots dialect for ‘sweetheart’, and the speaker of the poem is a woman addressing her ageing husband, reassuring him that although his hair may be greying (what remains of it), he is still her ‘jo’ and they will go ‘hand in hand’ together through life.

John Anderson, My Jo By Robert Burns

John Anderson, my jo, John,

When we were first acquent;

Your locks were like the raven,

Your bonie brow was brent;

But now your brow is beld, John,

Your locks are like the snaw;

But blessings on your frosty pow,

John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,

We clamb the hill thegither;

And mony a cantie day, John,

We’ve had wi’ ane anither:

Now we maun totter down, John,

And hand in hand we’ll go,

And sleep thegither at the foot,

John Anderson, my jo.

https://interestingliterature.com/2018/12/john-anderson-my-jo-a-poem-by-robert-burns/