waiting for the lamb


(poetry diary  222-3/31/17) It’s the end of March. It’s still cold and rainy. Where is our lamb? Lamb? Lamb?

Here’s The Paris Review’s take on the origin of the “In like a lion, out like a lamb” proverb.  Other proverbs were created at the same time, but for some reason this one didn’t take:

March many-Weathers rain’d and blow’d

 But March grass never did good.

On this, Sadie Stein writes:

“I suppose we can see why that last one didn’t catch on. You can just imagine a group of old farmers or alewives sitting around and spinning seasonal proverbs of a winter evening. And then they get to that one—let’s call him Yeoman Goode—and he kind of panics, and that comes out, and there’s radio silence.”

Here also is Edward Hirsch’s poem “Late March.” I’ve noted it on Tribrach before but wanted to post a link to it again, as it’s a good poem to read on this final day of the month. 🙂 It talks of how the day was

cold, vividly cold, so that
you could clap your hands and remember
winter, which had left a few moments ago—
if you strained you could almost see it
disappearing over the hills in a black parka.
Spring was coming but hadn’t arrived yet.


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