And we’re off

Charlie:

Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury

WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages:
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;

Here begins the Book of the Tales of Canterbury

When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.

So with the coming of April we too are off on pilgrimage, not to Canterbury but to more distant shrines.

cpcrowley

3 Comments

  1. This is all so cool, W & C. Thanks for letting us in on your planning and thinking processes, and thanks for all the specifics. I can’t wait to follow your adventure.

  2. By the way, the post above is from Mark Steele. I guess if we’re all signing in as guest, we ought to sign our comments.

  3. Well, by noeyou have made it to Roncavailles(sp?) And aretotally jet lagged. Eagerly awaiting postings. The weather? The Pyrennes?

    Henry Shapiro

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