(poetry diary 248-5/4/17) Front Line Services staff at Yale’s Bass Library are dressed up like Star Wars characters today, partly as library promotion and partly just because. Hence today’s Tribrach theme. Yup.
Couldn’t find any non-silly poems on-line about the movies yet, (I’m hoping some Gen X poets will produce great ones sometime) so in the meantime here’s
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. - Read rest of poem
and here’s a video of the “rhymes” in the Star Wars movies: