Sing the year in, bravely sing
Underneath the dark woods now,
For the winter sun’s returning,
Shining through the greenwood bough.
Rime and hoar are brightly gleaming
Where the furrow met the plow,
I followed a mention by Lewis Turco to my first sighting of The Flea, an online journal of poetry (quite properly commissioned "By Favor of the Sovereign Muse"), offered in the style of a traditional broadsheet, and with much of the streetwise wit of that genre. I first read the two Wesli Court pieces, including the neat pastoral of this post's head quote. I was hooked by the time I read a third piece from the issue, "Carnal Beauty" by Kate Bernadette Benedict, a tasty parody of G.M. Hopkins's Pied Beauty.
Glory be to God for fleshly things—
For thighs like pliant earthloam under working plow
For “those”-moles pushing upward out of secret rim.
Child of 9-11, beloved,
I bring this lily, lay it down
here at your feet, and eiderdown,
and all soft things, for your gentle spirit.
I bring this psalm — I hope you hear it.