(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