aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,

Finale to National Poetry Month

The oldest song for which we have the music is that Top Ten Hit from 1215, Sumer is icumen in. Since tomorrow is May-Day (and the notional beginning of summer in Merrie England), I offer it now as my thirtieth and last poem for National Poetry Month, 2008:

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wode nu.
Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
lowth after calve cu;
bulluc sterteth, bucce verteth,
murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu! Cuccu!
Wel singest thu cuccu,
ne swik thu naver nu.

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