Former Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky with a few verses for the season.
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The jovial playful 17th century poet Robert Herrick, who wrote many poems about the pleases of drink, sex and the playful sensuous life, was also a clergyman. Herrick wrote a Christmas carol to sing to the king in White Hall. His poem presents the holy baby born in December as a darling prince of flowers, a far from somber figure. Herrick lets religious feeling emerge from his joy in the world, the world of song, sunshine and flowers.
Dark and dull night, fly hence away,And give the honour to this Day,That sees December turned to May.
If we may ask the reason, sayThe why and wherefore all things hereSeem like the Spring-time of the year?
Why does chilling Winters mornSmile like a field beset with corn?Or smell like to a Mead new-shorn,
Thus, on the sudden? Come and seeThe cause, why things thus fragrant be:Tis He is born, whose quickening birthGives life and luster, public mirth,To Heaven and the under-Earth.
We see him come and know him ours,Who, with his sunshine and his showersTurns all the patient ground to flowers.
The darling of the world is comeAnd fit it is, we find a roomTo welcome him. The nobler partOf all the house here, is the heart.
Which we will give him, and bequeathThe Holly, and this Ivy wreath,To do him honour, who's our King,And Lord of all this revelling.
I wish you a happy, blooming holiday season.