Saturday, April 9, 2011

Trois Années du Bloggerie

La Rose du Malmaison, Jean-Louis Victor Viger, 1866: the Empress Josephine, with her ladies    (oh, and that guy.)

Trois Années du Bloggerie
An Italian Sonnet

Josephine made a garden most curious and rare
and regardless of how it enraged her swart spouse
to spend his wargold on a rundown country house
she caused every manner of rose to be brought there,
with kangaroos and emus and black swans in her care
with flowers and llamas and the occasional trained mouse,
while stoves warmed the fragile and wild in her greenhouse.
There she lived until she lived no more, and all was fair.

Three years ago, another feral high flier
came to enliven the shabby bare blogosphere’s domain
with a garden of wild words only she can reveal
where we walk in delight amid blossoms of fire
always watching our backs when we hit the refrain
for it’s not only emus the shadows conceal.

Avril, 2011

Congratulations, Shay, on three years at the 

okay, so I made up the mouse...sonnets are hard, I tell ya...


  1. my what cool animals you have...aww...and a tribute to my favorite mail carrier....

  2. Thanks, fellow Already-posted One.

    She grew 300 pineapple plants in her orangery, too, but it didn't rhyme. (Why orangery, one asks and not pineapplery?)

  3. Thank you so much, darlin'. You have no idea how much I needed something nice. This was unexpected and delightful. You're a peach.

  4. Fun! And a sweet tribute to our favorite blossom of fire. You did a lovely job of comparing gardens. Nice poem!

  5. Wow! What a tribute. Well done, indeed.

  6. This poem reminds me of what Rilke once said of the highest form of love humans and attain: "to protect and border and welcome each other." This nod to another's enduring work shows the land we work is real. I loved the imagery of Josephine's wilderness menagerie as metaphor for your own work. - Brendan

  7. @Brendan: Thanks. I've been the beneficiary of that high form you speak of many times since I set up shop here, and it's the least I can do to give a bit of it back. (And, actually, I was comparing the menagerie of uncanny characters and creatures invented by the Fair Fireblossom to the unprecedented collection, both of flora and fauna, of the Rose of MalMaison, a very original, determined and high flying woman. But I appreciate the reference--I do have a few kangaroos and ravens and orcas lurking around here somewhere.)


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats