Another poem from Meredith

The Student Sings

The rolling river past the dock
Runs forever, like our talk.

Our dialectics gather power
As we climb up Sophia's tower.

Holidays, we dance and drink.
Quick feet flash and glasses clink.

Birds clatter up from the sounding bell:
Sunset. We know the old words well.

The snows of the spent year melt away
We vanish after brightening May.

We've one month left. So little room -
Look now: The cherries are in bloom.

I wrote this before I came to Christendom, so it's almost right, but a little off. There's a dam, not a dock by the river... we say the Noon Angelus together, not the evening one... it's pears, not cherries... ::curses:: I guess it doesn't have to be Christendom though. It could be some mythical Catholic nerd school in a parallel universe.

It should be a senior speaking, not a freshman like me. But I'm already getting melancholy at the thought of leaving, even though I've only been here one year! Come to think of it, I was getting melancholy at the thought of leaving before I came here. Yeesh. I shouldn't read so much Tolkien...

Note the oh-so-clever little echoes of Villon and Housman in the last lines. Bwa ha ha...