Let's celebrate! Thanks to everyone who has feasted with us over the past year. We return to the Hare on this full moon to end one cycle and begin another. Post poetry of the Hare tonight, or whatever you'd like to share for the birthday party.


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I haven't composed anything for this momentuous occasion yet. Hoping my muse will awaken later on. Until then, I offer W.B.Yeats and best wishes for another year of feasts!

From "The Wild Swans at Coole" (1919)

The Collarbone of a Hare

Would I could cast a sail on the water
Where many a king has gone
And many a king’s daughter,
And alight at the comely trees and the lawn,
The playing upon pipes and the dancing,
And learn that the best thing is
To change my loves while dancing
And pay but a kiss for a kiss.

I would find by the edge of that water
The collar-bone of a hare
Worn thin by the lapping of water,
And pierce it through with a gimlet and stare
At the old bitter world where they marry in churches,
And laugh over the untroubled water
At all who marry in churches,
Through the white thin bone of a hare.