Sunday, December 15, 2019

Turn Turn Turn Again

Treade a worme on its taile it must turne agayne—
that comes from Heywood’s Proverbes, 1546.
Turn, turn to the wind and the rain.
When the worme turnes and strikes, I’ll sing the refrain:
“Snake bite! Snake bite! I need a tourniquet!”
Tread a worme on its taile it must turne agayne.
Dylan used that refrain in his strange “Percy’s Song,”
which used to seem inept to me but now seems prophetic:
Turn, turn to the wind and the rain.
“Poor humankind!” prayed Agnes, daughter of Indra
in A Dream Play by Strindberg—a modernist classic.
Treade a worme on its taile it must turne agayne.
When the water rises, will the wormes all drown?
Afterwards, the earth will be dry as a brick.
Turn, turn to the wind and the rain.
Poor Percy, crash survivor, sentenced to ninety and nine
hard-rock years neath the lash of pricks.
Ok, my friend Percy, turne agayne,
Turn, turn to the wind and the rain