Voyage to a new life: not to Canterbury but to parts as of yet unknown*


When April, with its surest rains
Has championed March, whose blustery days
usually prevailed; the roots soaked by the
driving ambrosia from the skies,
the wind becomes more kind, and kisses
inspiration into each living thing.
The sun, not strong enough yet to
Really penetrate the earth, the birds and
Squirrels and bunnies await the sun to swing
Closer. As the wildlife anticipate the change in
The sun; people start to make plans to move, to
Change, to live better or differently.

———see below for original, copied from

*1. The Prologue to the Canterbury Tales
Geoffrey Chaucer (1340(?)–1400)

WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote 1
The droghte 2 of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich 3 licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth 5
Inspired hath in every holt 4 and heeth
The tendre croppes, 5 and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, 6
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye, 10
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages: 7
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes, 8
To ferne halwes, 9 couthe 10 in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende 15
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke. 11

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