Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Welcome Yule

Susan Cooper's poem always gives me the shivers, in a good way. Most of all, it means we can look forward to the lengthening of days.

The Shortest Day

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!


Karen said...

What a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it!

What did you think of Ivanhoe? It's a particular favorite of mine and touched off a major C. Hinds jag, which proved rewarding.

I like the idea of a pointsettia cozy.

Sophie_vf said...

Ahem. Well, C. Hinds is why I have the series on VHS, much viewed, and will probably have to eventually get the DVD version. It's a good adaptation, and remembering how longwinded the book is, I think it was trimmed and adapted appropriately :)

I do plan to knit something to "Persuasion" later on this holiday season. Must think of the perfect project for that. Maybe Mrs. Beeton :)

Karen said...

Ah, a kindred soul. I've watched Ivanhoe six times since acquiring the DVD set in September, and you can guess why. I have to throw buckets of cold water on myself during, um, certain scenes. *sigh*